murder

When I was a kid I used to think that serial killers entered your home. That they did, but I thought something different, something more alone. I thought they'd go into your kitchen to open a door, to the pantry where they're peruse your store. And if they found a cereal that they hated, they'd tip-toe to your room where in sleep you waited. They'd kill you not because they're rebels, but because you eat those fucking Fruity Pebbles.

Thanks to

Sebastian G

for the submission!

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