Lunar: Nsheios told me I was found in a KFC bucket next to a dumpster and I was rescued.
Solar: You probably were.
Lunar: Oh crap, maybe that's the reason why. Maybe my lackluster feelings towards their fried chicken is because subconsciously I'm reliving the trauma whenever I see their trademark bucket. My brain and cognitive dissonance won't let me completely lie to myself and say I hate their food, because fried chicken is great and I want some now, instead it just steers me away. Thank you for helping to guide me towards this epiphany, perhaps now the healing can begin.
I have no idea what to say to this one XD
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Random Little Stories
FanfictionThis is pretty much a bunch of random story things I make, enjoy I guess. They won't be big, they'll just be something I guess.
