This was me when I dropped an opened kitkat in my school courtyard. I cried and the school nurse had to come see if I was okay and she gave me the ok to still eat it.
Reminds me of my mom, once I was really sick, and puked on the bathroom floor around three in the morning. She walks in, half asleep, hands me a wad of paper towels, and goes to bed. I was six, and still make her feel terrible about that story to this day.
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