As soon as I walked out of the gym, I put my hand in my pocket to grab my keys, but all I felt was a wet mass of spaghetti. I stated pulling it out, and a crowd gathered around me. Spaghetti just kept coming out and out and out of my pocket. The more I pulled, the bigger the pile got on the sidewalk. The crowd grew larger and I started to panic. I couldn't get this spaghetti to stop. I sweated as the piles of spaghetti began to rise and rise, until I could barely make out the concerned yells of the bystanders to call an ambulance, to do something! I was consumed by the spaghetti. And in the darkness, I saw a light. It was in the distance, I moved towards it, and started to make out the face of Eminem. I reached out to him, but knees were weak and my arms were so heavy.
I saw vomit on my sweater already.
Mom's spaghetti.
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