August 24, 19xx

I had my first piece today.  Yeah. That's how I'll identify it. In the event that my personal confession is to reach the hands of a savorable, it will be hard for them to know what I'm talking about.  Since the tender age of ten, I saw my first tender.  The sweet, sweet aroma of her essence still fills my nostrils.  My sense of smell thankfully memorized the morsel. Snow White: my greatest inspiration.  I planted an apple on her desk.  "Awwww!!!! Thank you Bob! This is so sweet of you." I desired that sort of affectionate response from a teacher. Alas. My cravings for epidermas drove my every action. I exited the classroom before she noticed who prized her with her reddish present.  

Morning.  "An elementary sch...

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