A brief part of my Sunday

I have spent months tenderly blessed, obsessed with a jelly bean, and today I paid a lady to give her to me. You can find this jelly bean now in a plastic bag. I've been gluing hair to her. It, I mean. My friends say that she's an "It." I've urged them to seek sensitivity training. Yeah, she's bean-shaped, but I'm sure she tastes good, probably like an orange. An orange orange. An Orange.