Let me tell you a story.
A true story.
Of a girl with a secret.
A very dark secret.
She looks like a perfectly normal girl.
One that you wouldn't mind hanging out with.
You wouldn't mind talking with.
You wouldn't mind being her friend.
She looks completely fine.
Just a face in the crowd.
She enjoys drawing.
Writing.
And baking.
She loves to bake cakes, cookies,
And pies.
Pumpkin pies
Peach pies
Cherry pies
Apple pies
She finds the process soothing.
A form of meditation.
When she's in the kitchen, she closes herself off from the world.
It's just her, the ingredients, the oven, and her stand mixer.
Relaxation...
Preheat the oven.
Get the pan
Make the dough
Cut the apples
Add the lemon,
The sugar,
The spices,
Roll the dough.
Place in pan.
Add the fruit.
Bake.
But this secret is messed up.
Twisted.
Once you hear it, you'll question her sanity.
She goes through all that work,
And DOESN'T eat the pie.
She doesn't like pie.
But she makes it anyways.
WHAT A MONSTER!!!
But she gives the pie to her family.
She bakes the pie because of the delicate aroma that wafts through the house.
And there's another secret.
A secret from me.
I know who the person is.
They told me themselves...
I will tell you who it is.
The person...
is....
ME!!!
I CONFESS! I'M THE MONSTER HERE
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That's right people.
I don't like pie.
It's the texture that bothers me.
