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It was a terrible day. Easter.
Gomez bounced his knee, "Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”
Morticia sat unnerved, “The other mothers said this would be a bonding activity for the kids. They didn’t mention all of the… pastels.”
“It’s awful.”
“Utterly dreadful.”
“The marshmallow birds.”
“The colorful baskets.”
“My eyes are starting to hurt.”
“The amount of tulips is sickening.”
“If that man in a bunny costume walks over-“
Screams were heard. The couple could see Thing scuttle through the grass while their kids stole dropped Easter eggs.
Gomez pulled a cigar and smirked, “Maybe it’s not so bad!”