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        When I was little boy, like five or six, I had a magical childhood. I had two plush toys for friends. One was a teddy bear with a little wind up music box in it that played a soothing lullaby. I had given her the name Sheri. The other was plush Pillsbury Doughboy. I loved them both. My childlike imagination paved the way for many adventures with my stuffed friends like flying in cardboard box airplane, rafting on a river made of blankets, or hiding under the covers erstwhile protecting my little friends from the monster. For you see, my whimsical dreamland called my childhood, had but only one monster in it. My brother, only two years older, was a toad-looking creature, with his long hair and huge 1980’s glasses and he was a pudge. He had that evil smile, a black-toothed grin, only a year before, devoid of his two front teeth. But this year they had back grown in adult sized; two big teeth protruding from that anus he called a mouth. The unequal proportion of teeth to his child sized head. He was an ugly beast. But as a child, I didn’t judge him for his appearance. I judged him on the day he killed my friends.
        I couldn’t stop crying. Piles of fluff scattered on the floor. A metal box broken open with a spring sticking out. But to my imagination, it was horror scene of blood and guts. I knew it was Sheri. The monster had gotten her while I was taking a nap. The sadistic fiend had pulled her right out of sleeping arms. There was no sign of Doughboy! I knew I had to go to the monster’s lair! There was still chance he was still alive! I wiped the tears and snot from my face and took up my sword! I set out and later arrived at the beast’s door. This door was closed. I heard the sound of jumping on the bed from inside. The monster must’ve been celebrating his kill. But now it was my turn to kill. I kicked open the door! I saw my Doughboy staring at me in pain, his eyes scratched off.. I began to cry and scream in horror. That fat, ugly toad was raping my friend! He literally poked a hole in Doughboy’s ass and was ramming the stuffing out of him! All the therapy in the world cannot make me unsee, that fat, eight year old piggy and his little c*ck stuck in my friend! I pulled it out from under him and ran! My Doughboy was soaking wet. I don't know if he was covered in my brother's filth, or if he was drenched with my own tears!
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