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I was only 9 years old.
I loved frink so much, I had all the merchandise and albums
I pray to frnk every night, thanking him for the life I’ve been given. “fronk is love” I say, "fronk is life."
My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to daddy fronk
I called him a cunt.
He hits me and sends me to sleep.
I'm crying now and my face hurts.
I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm...
It's fronkeh! I was so happy.
He whispers in my ear "You're my whipping boy"
He grabs me with his tattooed hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready.
I spread my ass cheeks for fronk
He penetrates my butthole.
It hurts so much, but I do it for fronk. I can feel my butt tearing and eyes watering.
I want to please fronk
He roars a mighty roar leathermouth style as he fills my butt with his love.
My dad walks in.
Fronk looks him straight in the eye and says,
"It's all Iero now."
Fronk leaves through my window.
Fronk is love. Fronk is life

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