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Oreo... I mean I guess they always called me that. I would go to the vending machine every day after lunch, deposit a few coins and out it would fall: a little packet of four Oreos. People used to ask me to share, so I would. Usually Id share one a daysometimes two, sometimes noneand in return, they would share their Oreos with me. They would sometimes even come looking for me, knowing how happy they made me.
I would eat them in twos, sometimes even in threes, and people would gasp at how far I could open my mouth. They would volunteer their own Oreos just to observe the spectacle. They were so difficult to chew, but my jaws grew flexible and could soon make short work of those black-and-white cookie sandwiches. I was always the quieter kid, the one whose absence wasnt immediately noticed. But in those fleeting moments, I was the center of attention. What great times we had.
Oreo... I mean I guess they always called me that. I would go to the vending machine every day after lunch, deposit a few coins and out it would fall: a little packet of four Oreos. People used to ask me to share, so I would. Usually Id share one a daysometimes two, sometimes noneand in return, they would share their Oreos with me. They would sometimes even come looking for me, knowing how happy they made me.
I would eat them in twos, sometimes even in threes, and people would gasp at how far I could open my mouth. They would volunteer their own Oreos just to observe the spectacle. They were so difficult to chew, but my jaws grew flexible and could soon make short work of those black-and-white cookie sandwiches. I was always the quieter kid, the one whose absence wasnt immediately noticed. But in those fleeting moments, I was the center of attention. What great times we had.