The look on my face as I open the share size pouch of Starbursts could bring light to a cavernous shadow.
Pure excitement rushes through my veins, down to my finger tips as I rip the foil and throw it to the ground.
I expect a red wrapper to capture my gaze;
disappointment.
I pull the disgusting yellow chewy off of my beautiful, pure, reds and pinks.
There is another damn yellow.
Two in a row.
Three.
Four.
Five.
They are all yellow.
24 YELLOW STARBURSTS.
WHO IN THIS GODFORSAKEN WORLD WOULD DO SUCH A THING
Ruined.
My whole day is ruined.
Ruined by a tiny yellow abomination.
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