❤️: So what are we doing?
🔪: It's a trauma candy salad. You give a traumatic memory and then put candy in the bowl.
🍎: Why...are we doin' this?
🔪: It's basic sleepover etiquette. Now somebody go first.
♠️: Ok, so...when I was 10, I lost my mom in the grocery store...?
♠️: And I brought the marshmallow chirps.
🔪: Perfect form, Deuce. Ok, next.
🍎: Uh...Once, we thought meema went missin', but it turns out she was just in the bathroom all day. I brought the caramel cores.
🐺: One day, my middle school teacher wore a really strong new perfume, and it made me throw up in the middle of class. I brought sour gummies.
🐊: When I was seven, my dad fell off a ladder, knocked himself unconscious, and I thought he was dead. I brought honey suckers.
❤️: When I was five, my brother held me over a pool of geese until I cried, and I brought the cherry licorice twists.
❤️: You're turn, Yuu
🔪: When I was twelve, a grown man followed me home from the subway and tried convincing my grandparents to sell me to him.
🔪: And I brought mango chews.
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🍎:
🍎: What the fuck?
⚙️: When I was eight, I literally died. I brought crunchy clusters!
🔪: See, Ortho gets it.