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Post by -:-Shade-:- on Jul 11, 2008 4:15:59 GMT -5
You now have a pillow. It's pink with little red hearts on it. Unfortunatly, to grant your wish for a pillow, I took it from someone else. A large man with a beard and a rather ugly nose. It was his favorite pilllow, comforted him through all the hard times: when he got beat up in high school, when he came out of the closet, when his parents kicked him out of the house right after, when his first (and only) boyfriend dumped him for being smelly, when he murdered said ex-boyfriend, when he went to jail for 10 years, when he was on the run after escaping jail. All those times, it was the pillow that kept him happy. And now it's gone. Now it's in your home. Now it's under your head. Now it is covering your nose and mouth with a scarred hand holding it in place, stopping your breath, suffocating you. You are struggling frantically, but slowing down as you can no longer breath, and just before you close your eyes to never again reopen them, you see your attacker. He is a large man with a beard and a rather ugly nose.
I wish I had a bike.
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