I won’t give you any spoilers. But OMG who the fuck thought it was a good idea to create the tiny sparkly pieces in the first place. I mean who actually likes glitter. Sure it makes things glittery and sparkley, but it gets fucking everywhere.
Whoever is tormenting me has absolutely no empathy for me or my family. Because now now only do they have to clean up a glittery mess but they have to deal with me in my high anxiety stage.
Why is this a good story AJ? I can feel the panic creeping in now at just the mention of it. Glitter is worse than sand!