After a night of painting, singing, eating, and cutting in my garage, our egg didn't break! The little pacman ghost survived. Since Darlena and I didn't know what to do with it after school, I decided to lay it on a bed of luciously green grass. It reminds me of Easter and brings me back to the days when I actually took the time to decorate my eggs so nicely. Oh, childhood.
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