And her mind scrambles to maintain integration, yet the fury gets the better of her today.
“You have pissed me off. You have put me past the point of no return. I am not responsible for what may happen now. Where is the button, the red one. Where are the cupcakes mommy. Why can’t I eat one now. Yes, Mr. Bush I understand the orders, but I ordered a cupcake too. Mommy, why does daddy look that way? No not peanut buttons, peanut butter, red buttons. …brittle, peanuts, nuts is brittle, where’s the brail. I can’t see. … yes Mr. Bush I understand the orders…. ”
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