> "bay citys iconic state theatre files bankruptcy, closes doors amid missing funds," the headlines continue, each one a grim reminder of the decay surrounding him.  andre chuckles darkly, his fingers reaching for yet another cookie. the act is automatic now, a grotesque ritual that he performs with the precision of a machine. he dunks the cookie into the milk, watching as it absorbs the liquid like a sponge.  missing funds, bankrupt theaters, and a city falling apart, he mutters, lifting the soggy cookie to his mouth. but hey, at least weve got oreos to keep us company.  ``` [crime archives november 2024]   e/2024/november/ november, 2016 > 10:32 pm  borrello residence, saginaw, mi  in the dim light of his study, andre borrello prepared his nightly ritual. a fresh box of oreo-os cereal sat open on the table, its artificial chocolate aroma filling the room as he poured a generous mound into his oversized bowl. the milk followed, cascading over the cereal with a soft hiss. settling into his worn leather chair, he adjusted the laptop on his desk. the screen glowed with the chaos of humanity, his spoon clinking as he began scrolling through the crime archives. with each headline, his laughter grew, punctuated by the crunch of cereal. occasionally, he paused to lick his spoon clean, savoring every sugary morsel as if the sweetness balanced the bitterness of the worlds darkness. > "saginaw county man pleads to sharing child porn with girlfriend, planning abuse with her." borrello burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking as he nearly spilled the milk. good lord, the creativity of human degeneracy knows no bounds, he said, shaking his head. saginaw, you never disappoint. he shoveled another spoonful into his mouth, licking the milk off his lips. love, trust, and a felony indictment. what a romantic story.
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