Blue Teddy Bear from a few chapters ago has freaked me out once again.
.-.
He didn't really do anything. It's just me. Just the thought of him being out to get me, the thought of him being alive freaks me out.
I skipped three scoliosis stretches again.
Welp, I have a problem. And I'm going to let one of my family members deal with it because there is no way in literal H3LL that I'm touching that thing. Or those other teddy bears in that one other room.
HAHAHAHAHA.
No.
Frag that.
The only teddy bear I'm touching is Pinky the Pig. She's, like, my childhood teddy bear. I became obsessed with her when I was 6 or 7. X3 My dad would make stories up about her...
I miss those stories. :(
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