#it's the creme brulee of the unwashed masses

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@mikexx2 personally I like my marshmallows burnt like little charcoal briquettes.

A chubby little marshmallow tummy, that's what baby's got! Nick gave that tummy a little poke, back when he settled baby down on a spare pillow, but he's lost interest since then. Nick's just an older brother, not a parent, plus. He's got better things to think about. Like maybe getting his hand up Janine Peyton's shirt. The baby's a good baby, a sweet, quiet baby. It's so sweet and quiet that Nick and Janine forget all about it. Even when Janine's half-finished cigarette lands in a puddle of Nick's whiskey which creates an unfortunate reaction with the carpet then the bought-on-sale drapes. They don't even think about the baby as they're rushing outside half-dressed; no one remembers the baby, not until the firefighters have done their best, and Nick's parents are home and shouting, screaming, crying, "Where's the baby, Nick?" Baby's right where Nick left it, with its little marshmallow tummy all toasted right up.