A Collection of Rock-Hard Confections
It started in January when a family size bag of giant pink and white Mexican marshmallows appeared in the Alibi kitchenette. Staffers made various uses for them, most notably, as pedestals for little army men. I placed one atop my monitor for occasionally poking and marshmallow ridicule.
Today I’m throwing the collection away. It’s really starting to gross me out. Farewell, my once delicious friends.