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Veruca Salt Inc

Veruca Salt is the name my parents bestowed upon me and I'm on my way to Willie Wonka's chocolate factory. I won a golden ticket! I knew that I would! I get what I want, when I want, never to be misunderstood. All I have to do is stomp my feet and scream really loud. My parents give in and I get what I am shrieking about. Daddy's little girl, apple of his eye, a diseased princess. Spoiled to the core, rotten as hell nothing more nothing less. My commands are always met, hence why I am here. Into the factory I go, with an intention I set clear. My plan is to barge through the the candy makers infamous domain, demanding ownership to whatever I want, staking my claim. Move over Augustus Gloop, Oompa Loompa's be damned. This is my factory now, affirming my demand. Wonka will have to succumb and surrender whatever I want. He doesn't stand a chance against this corrupt debutante.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 1/2/2019 10:58:00 AM
Interesting write, Rebecca, I hope you are not writing about yourself. John
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Rebecca Ann
Date: 1/2/2019 11:01:00 AM
No, that would not be me, just the infamous Ms. Salt :)

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