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I did not notice my bacon brothers' distress. Perhaps I was the only one who could experience pain? Was I a unique strip of bacon? If I was, then the divinity should save me from my inevitable death. I will lay there on a bare plate with a chipped lip, motionless, and will wait for the sign from above. I should be spared and not be eaten, as this is the end that I foresee for my poor body and soul.
The man, this hairy armed giant, proceeded with melting some Kraft cheese, (my neighbor from the other refrigerator) and poured a generous glop of the goo on top of me. The glutton reached for a fork, and then it finally happened. The divinity took care of me. The brute lost his ground and collapsed on the floor with a fork still being clutched in his pudgy hand. He crawled to the phone and dialed it. "I need help. Send paramedics, I am having a heart
About 10 aching minutes pained by, until frisky paramedics rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the unconscious bacon eater. One of the paramedics even found the time to take notes of the "menu". He shook his head when he saw me spread out on a plate, still warm, still
The door closed. I was in the kitchen. Justice had been served. The special strip of bacon was saved. It was not an accident. He ate too much of bacon already and this is why his arteries are clogged with bacon's grease. I am still on a plate, contemplating my future. I don't know what will happen to me, and when my time will come. But this is my story. And unfortunately it may soon end.
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