His father had eaten them straight from the package on his way to work.
His mother had always made sure they were present when hot cocoa was made.
His oldest sister had stolen half the package and a glass of milk to do her homework.
His baby cousin had licked the filling out of the middle before disposing of the cookies.
His girlfriend twisted the cookie apart and made a wish if all the filling stuck to one side.
He took the package to his bedroom when the going got rough and the bills got harder to pay, and huddled under a blanket in front of his space heater to eat them the wrong way--without the people he loved most.
Author's note: I was craving Oreos when I wrote this, if you can't tell. This should've been up last night. Damn my job. Oh well, not like anyone's reading this.
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