I looked angrily at the cookies. Andy was right, they were disgusting. A blackness. Sickened by them I threw the plate to the ground, watching it shatter into pieces. The plates Mom had picked out. The cookies bouncing on the ground. I dropped the milk to the ground after it, the milk splashing out and the glass sparkling out and splashing onto my feet. The cookies were still there, drowning in the milk, slowly soaking it up.
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