DECEMBER 26, 2018

Dear Cake,


The irony is not lost on you; these floods would test Noah. Literally. It's flooding.

Torrential downpours that come in waves.


Because you question everything, you asked yourself if this was God offering to cleanse you of this years bummer of a poker hand. He was clearly saying hey girlfriend, I'm going to wash away all the hurt.


You are drenching wet & don't know if you just wiped away snot or rain, but holy f**k.


You've been awakened again. Cleansed. By the Holiest. He told the universe to give Cake the best finale she's ever seen & Cake heard Him calling.


Cake never misses appointments with God. Especially when there's a monsoon involved.

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