King Cake for Breakfast

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A second line going past her shotgun house woke her up Fat Tuesday. She dragged herself from bed into the kitchen. The king cake sat on the counter in a plastic cake container. Groggily she grabbed a hunk with her hand. She didn’t notice the plastic baby sticking out the other end of the piece she stuffed into her mouth. She bit down on the plastic baby. As she cried out in pain,it flew into her throat. She retched and reached for the phone on the counter.Her nails scraped the counter’s edge as she crumpled to the ground.

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