runaway turkey

On March 24, 2017
a story by [zareya]

(Breathing very hard) “I…I…I escaped, I escaped, I can’t believe I escaped! But my, my family. My family. My mom, my wife, my kids ! (Cries) They’re all dead. Oh Bob, Oh Bob, why not me? Who…Why would anyone do such a terrible thing? I…I don’t know, what’s the point anymore. The point of anything: caring, bathing, living…

2 years later…Drinking out of apple cider bottle like it’s wine or beer. Crying while drinking. Eats a bow of poison stuffing, take a sip, and slowly and calmly dies.

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