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The Inner Monologue of the Easter Bunny the Day After Easter

Oh God, my back.  I feel like hell.  Where the hell is Margaret?  Oh God.  I still stink like chocolate.  I hate it.  Oh God, I hate children.  I wish I was dead.

What time is it?  Time to drink.  Time to drink.  Where the hell is Margaret?  I need my percocets.  And a whiskey.  And a shower.  I hate this smell.

I’m just gonna nap for a bit.  That’s all.  Then Margaret will be back… then it’ll be Ok…

Just…

…nap…

….hate children…

…hate…

Margaret?

I quit.  I’m gonna quit.  Last year, right here.  I’m a fictional rabbit, I’m too old for this shit.  I need a drink.  You want Easter, go find Jesus.

Where the hell is Margaret? Where…what is this?  A note?

Dear Bunny, I can no longer pretend to support a man who has lost his passion and lives every day in misery taking me down with him.  I won’t live like this and if you refuse to change yourself, then I have to make a change for me.  I hope you wake up one day before it’s too late.  Margaret.

Huh.

Shit.

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