Spam scares me

Handwritten page of a diary dated May 1, 1998

put out these “gourmet” appetizers. It was just the three of us, and Marlon ate one. He didn’t react badly to it but I was paralyzed. I said oh no I just remembered I left the oven on in my apartment. And I ran home like a scared little girl.

But what else could I do? If that was meat then it looked too close to SPAM — only EVEN SCARIER. And why was it decorated with green frosting?

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