He came up to get me for dinner, I came down, and found out it was pie.
I don't like pastry, but I was just going to eat the food in between it.
He looked at me and said 'I thought you didn't like pastry'
and I said 'I don't, but I'll eat what's inside it.'
He said 'No, Emily. You don't like pastry, don't eat it'.
HE CALLED ME DOWN FOR FUCKING DINNER, AND THEN TOLD ME I COULDN'T EAT IT.
SO I GO HUNGRY FOR ANOTHER FUCKING DAY.
I. HATE. MY. LIFE.
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