Me: “Weren’t you gonna get a cinnamon roll?”
Kid: “I was, but then we started fighting and arguing and I left.”
Me: “Arguing with the cinnamon roll?”
Kid: “Yeah, we started fighting, then we were arguing, so I left. They’re gonna find her dead. But I’m not pleading guilty to it. Yeah, I did it. But I won’t plead to it. I’m a murderer of a cinnamon roll.”

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