today they gave us onions.
like, actual onions. in a basket. to a bag with a recipe for french onion soup like we’re all tiny chefs with stoves and free time.
nobody explained anything. no one questioned it.
we just took our onions like it was normal. it wasn’t.
someone started throwing onionballs on the bus.
the whole place smelled like a failed cooking show.
i got off. i’m fine. the onion is fine.
my backpack? not fine.
do i like onions? yes.
do i know why i have one now? no.
do i care? idc.
this is hces. weirder things have happened. probably.
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