No one cast a longing glance in your direction. Not anymore, at least. Those days were long gone by, when children would run to the bakery, and with watering mouths and shining eyes, point to you and ask their parents for just a slice of your heavenly softness.
Gone were those sweet times.
Your parents told you of those times with longing and delight. How easy it was to be your kind, back then!
Now, all you could do was sit, and wait, and hope that someone would turn your way. But with the recent trend towards healthy grains, you knew that you’d be the last to go. You were neither sugary nor special enough to be picked by young children, nor were you healthy enough to tempt the typical suburban mother of two.
You knew all along that you would not find a home of your own, so you waited with listless expectation of when you would expire. That time was the most dreadful and monotonous silence you had experienced in your short life.
It would be over soon. You prayed for sweet relief.
End of Day 3 (Scarlett Aria was lynched)
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