A tale of love, forgiveness, and the return of the gluten-free brownies in the Ferris fridge.

Dear Ferris,

I forgive you, I’m sorry. 

I let it happen. I took the risk last week after dinner because I felt good about you, and I checked the fridge. I checked the fridge and you had them… you had the gluten-free brownies! I knew it. I know you. It was a tough love before you restocked the fridge, but we’re on good terms now. The brownies were different though. They had a different kind of packaging–they were clear instead of their usual red. This threw me off because the way I typically identify them is through their red packaging. This made me question: have the brownies been clear this whole time and I just didn’t realize? Were you just blowing smoke when I thought you didn’t have them? Or was this the first time of the semester they were in the fridge? Did you read my Ferris Bwog article and finally restock the fridge?

It’s a mystery, but I’m thankful. I obviously grabbed one and enjoyed my first gf brownie of the semester. Tasted like the normal thing… heaven. I felt like I needed to write you an apology letter to stay close to you. I don’t know if the brownies have been there this whole semester or if you read my Bwog article and finally added them to the fridge, but either way, thank you. I feel free now. After I gave you I gave you I, our relationship is going strong. I mean, it’s us after all. Ferris, I will continue coming to you for dinner. Only as long as you keep the fridge stocked… good luck Charlie.

I love you, I’m sorry,

Delaney

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