Killing Her With Kindness
He kept buying her sugar because she liked it.
He bought her pies, cakes, puddings and fast foods too.
She was a diabetic, so these goodies were bad for her.
But it made her feel so good.
For a few minutes until her blood sugar elevated to The Twilight Zone.
“Maybe this will do the trick,” He said.
Bringing in sixteen additional bags of goodies filled with white sugar.
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