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the babysiter part one on Myrna's ship, Myrna was getting ready for her date with hater and jelly was in her crib watching Myrna. Myrna saw jelly's refection in her mirror and she was jumping up and down. Myrna walked to her.
Myrna: what is it sweetie?
jelly let go of the rails in her crib and wanted to stand up but she fell on her butt and reached for Myrna. Myrna got her out of the crib and put her down where her toys are.
Myrna: you just wanted to get out of the crib. stay here while mommy's getting ready.
Myrna walked back to her makeup desk to finish getting ready but they heard Mirth and dum dum. They saw that the two was fighting.
Myrna: what are you two fighting about?
dum dum: Mirth keeps on throwing my pies in my face.
Mirth: hey they are perfect for throwing in peoples faces!
Myrna: I don't have time to fight. I still have to get ready for my date.
jelly crawled to Mirth and dum dum and held Mirth like a doll.
Mirth: stop calling me dolly kid!
dum dum: she can't say your name y
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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