The Cashew Bandit
So the story has to be told. The facts have to come out. The long take on it is short: I'm a cashew bandit. It might seem nutty at first but the story is true. I got into a new roommate situation recently, So i have to watch my first impressions. The first is this: my room mate really like cashews. He nuts for them. So the story is full of potential. Anyway, The cashew sits there everyday with beckoning powers. I only look for the first week. Just an opening for a right start. But it happens! A few cashews in hand and I'm gone. Then a week goes by. I guess time is a thief. But I'm the bandit! The cashew grew less and less until they had to be replaced. Or maybe he will be replacing a roomie. Here's the trick. The lick the lips truth. The cashews are all gone. Once again, I’m out the door. I get to the store and I find the brand is no longer available. It looks like I'm pretty branded and will no longer be a roomie. My desperation is full of potential. A chewy one. But there's a break in the story. Not like a walnut or a pecan. The drug store has a generic brand. Somewhat like a pill to quell your anxieties. A match on the case. A jar of cashews match. These are even honey roasted. So i guess I'm not. Caught catches or candy I’m pretty satisfied. Yet as I replace the cashew jar I wondered if the thief be told? Yet the truth will go out. The truth is: the jar is full. The story is over. I'm a cashew bandit. On the run. Away from the jar. That's the take. My story is not a jargon.. Bye. I’m gone.
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