That stuffed animal or toy that you've had forever, and since you've grown up, put in a storage box. But now you are looking at that toy, remember all the moments you've had with it, you really want to throw it out but then you remember that if you threw it out you wouldn't stop thinking about for the rest of eternity.
This is so sad. But.
THIS IS ME. AND IM SORRY. IM SORRY FATHER. I CAN NOT THROW AWAY MY STUFFED ANIMALS EVEN THOUGH THEY HAVE GATHERED DUST AND I HAVENT TOUCHED THEM IN YEARS. OKAY. IM SORRY. IM NOT READY TO GROW UP.
bleh.
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YAS.
HumorBOOK TWO. This the sequel you have been waiting for my wattpadians that have read my story before this WHAT. This is the sequel man. Are you not squealing? Really? Okay. Fine. Be that way. Funny stories about me and my friends, my family and embar...
