It’s raining marshmallows. They’re just falling from the sky; pink, yellow, white and green.Okay, Mike is just emptying the contents of the candy packet onto the grass above our heads. Vicky squeals and shrieks, a mixture of grief and anger on her face. She had brought a candy pack from home, and Mike, who is against any sort of junkies, just spilled out its contents. “You…you imbecile! Wicked, cruel, monstrous, candy-throwing--” Vicky doesn’t usually get angry or insult someone, so this is humourous. “Hey, hey. I’m just watching out for your health, unlike the redhead here who claims to be one of your best friends. You should be grateful.” I smack his hand. “How can you be so heartless?” Vicky pouts. “Candy doesn’t work for Mike Andrews.” He says smugly. “Didn’t you love it as a child?”“Never had any.”“Never had any what? Candy or child--”“Candy! Gosh, Vicky! You think I’d have children?”“Well, you must have had one hell of a childhood.” “Which would explain why…” I tune
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