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Juliet8080

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I hand-picked a can of Spaghettios at the store and planned a specific time and day to eat them.

And my brother ate them without telling me.

It's an autistic nightmare.:eek:
 
I hand-picked a can of Spaghettios at the store and planned a specific time and day to eat them.

And my brother ate them without telling me.

It's an autistic nightmare.:eek:
Yeah, I have a specific brand of jelly that I use, and my mom totally pirated it around Christmas in order to make pie with it. Never heard about it from her. So I had two fewer jars of jelly than I planned, and I ended up having to dash to the store before I could make my sandwich, haha.
 
Yeah, I have a specific brand of jelly that I use, and my mom totally pirated it around Christmas in order to make pie with it. Never heard about it from her. So I had two fewer jars of jelly than I planned, and I ended up having to dash to the store before I could make my sandwich, haha.

Ohh my gosh that's so awful! I feel you. We need to rebel.
 
Then that brother needs to go get you more spaghetti O's, two cans one because he ate yours and, a second as an apology gift.
 

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