One Month

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I was enjoying my usual Sunday morning breakfast. Pancakes with Nutella, hair in a top knot. Not to forget my iPhone 5, for my 10am internet surf. It was just a white one, with a case that had a Sparkly Skull wearing a yellow and blue-jewelled crown. My Mom, Lisa came downstairs. I discovered that she had a medium-sized District Lines box. I asked her what it was, and she didn't say anything. She just gave me the box, and a pair of hot pink scissors to open the box up with. I took the scissors and violently stabbed at the box. The tape broke free and I opened up the package. I saw something. All I could see was white. I took the flimsy piece of polyester out of it's box and unfolded the fabric. It was a blue and white Team Internet Shirt. I saw another item. It was red this time. I unfolded that too. A limited edition Frantastic Monday off the shoulder sweatshirt. My brain was exploding. What was happening? Why is there so many shirts? Am I happy? Emotionally unstable? I calmed down and took another sip of my Starbucks. I saw once again another item in this little container. I took it out. A freaking TRXYE shirt. I love it. I asked my Mom what was happening. All she did was hand me an envelope. She said: "One Month" then walked away.

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