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I’m a mystery, inside of an enigma, inside a bunch of colorfully-wrapped boxes.

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Moving Out ((@Blinkie))

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She glanced behind her and said, “It’s boring here.” Pinkamena looked back at the girl, eerily calm, and added, “Hurry up. Here’s a suitcase,” and handed Blinkie a second suitcase from seemingly nowhere. “Where are we going, Madame? I don’t know. I’m just tired of staying here. I wanna go someplace fun.” (“LeFlour’s in the suitcase, by the way,” she whispered to Blinkie.)

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“Um, but…” Blinkie started, unable to properly form an argument. Blinkie didn’t really deal with spontaneity, especially with regards to leaving her home. It may not have been the best place to live, especially when you aren’t allowed on the furniture, but it was nice enough. And tomorrow Blinkie was even going to work up the courage to ask her sister if she could sleep in one of the many unoccupied beds in the motel. Maybe.

In reality she probably would have just chickened out at the last minute like she did every day out of fear that that Katz would come back suddenly and see her sleeping on a bed. The marks from last time she broke one of Katz’ rules still hadn’t left her face. But all that was a moot point now, since whatever bed she’d have been allowed to use was either trashed or possibly even on fire. Still, she was hesitant to leave.

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"We're leaving!" she finally barked and shoved the empty suitcase at the girl. "Grab what you want."

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I’m not sure if this makes me happy or seriously disturbed. Will ponder this while eating more cupcakes.

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chocolate chip cinnamon cookie stack cakes

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#Pinkamena's Recipe Collection

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Moving Out ((@Blinkie))

After several weeks and counting, Pinkamena’s stubbornness was wearing thin. Katz ran several other businesses, like his candy shop and underwater cruise, but he was never gone for this long. To pass the time and forget her troubles, she had been throwing party after party with her friends. There were even times when she halfheartedly handed Blinkie a slice of cake and a party hat. As the days went by, however, she was running out of excuses to celebrate. Just that morning, she had a party to celebrate the ability to wiggle one’s toes.

But now there was nothing to party about. Katz had left for good, and she had nothing to do but mope about it. When she wasn’t distracting herself, she was laying in his bed; it still smelled like him too—catnip and vodka and taffy. As she was making her seventeenth cake of the day, it finally hit her. He wasn’t coming back. She pushed everything off the counter: the bowl of cake batter, all the ingredients, and sixteen beautifully decorated cakes, all crashed to the floor. Gummy waddled into the kitchen and started eating them and the poor girl was crying as she opened all the cabinets in the kitchen and started smashing all the plates, glasses, bowls, and flipped the table and tossed the chairs. Gummy flinched and jumped out of the way and immediately continued eating as though nothing happened.

The sight of the motel made her sick. She trashed every room in the building, even set his bed on fire, and screaming curses the entire time. Pinkamena packed all her stuff in the suitcase she had brought to Italy: clothes, baking supplies, party supplies, a few knives and things, some baked snacks in a plastic bag, all the money in the building, Katz’s taffy supply, her friends, and more miscellaneous belongings. She swung the door open to the closet Blinkie lived in, carrying her luggage while Gummy sat on her head and licked frosting off his nose, and said without emotion, “Get up. We’re leaving. Get your stuff.”

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The past few weeks had been pretty nice, all things considered. Without Katz around and the accompanying constant threat of punishments for various made-up slights, life was a bit easier for Blinkie. Though, it didn’t feel quite right to be so glad he was gone with how distraught Pinkamena was about it. Blinkie and ‘Menas friends tried as hard as they could to keep her spirits up, but most of the time it just didn’t seem to be enough.

Today though, it seemed as though PInkamena had well and truly snapped. She dared not leave her closet to investigate, but she could hear the smashing of silverware, the destruction of furniture, the shouting above it all, she could even swear she smelled smoke. Suddenly the door to the closet she was made to sleep in opened as she cowered in a corner.

“Get up. We’re leaving. Get your stuff.”

“B-but-” Blinkie began, stammering in confusion over PInkamena’s sudden desire to leave. “What about the motel?”

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She glanced behind her and said, "It's boring here." Pinkamena looked back at the girl, eerily calm, and added, "Hurry up. Here's a suitcase," and handed Blinkie a second suitcase from seemingly nowhere. "Where are we going, Madame? I don't know. I'm just tired of staying here. I wanna go someplace fun." ("LeFlour's in the suitcase, by the way," she whispered to Blinkie.)

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