Chapter 125. The Delusional Nectar

‘Dear fucker, what’s up?

Yeah, it’s me—the messed-up, delusional, angry bird, Nectar.

Mom says I should get a journal to scribble down my wrathful thoughts instead of spit them all on her.

I figured it was a good idea. But now I wonder how long I would last before ditching you in the corner. I’ll take it slow, though. Today, I'll—

“Happy birthday!” mom shrieks from the door. As I’m seated cross-legged on the bed with the book set on one of my thighs, I nearly stab that thigh with the pen due to shock.

“Jesus Christ, mom, mind how you scream!” I tell her, watching as she strides in with a cake and sets it carefully on the bed.

“Blow your candles,” she says.

Right, the candles. One is the number 2, the other is the number 1.

What happens next? Find out!

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