S.T.H

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His gloves rubbed against my skin like a tire rolling on a cloud.

His bristles tickled my face as he held me down

"Tell me what you want me to do to you, and ill do it my beautiful ball of sunshine,smiles,and vinegar chips "

His chilly dog breath whispered in my ear
My eyes went from his weird olive shaped nose to his freakishly large eyes olive juice colored eyes,

"You know what I want"

I said timidly afraid of what my pet turkeys would think

"Say it!" then He commands loudly

"Please, Sonic..."

"Hit me with another brick- ".  i exclaim quickly


•The end•

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