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In the hidden garden
Hidden by the flumbogs
Past the merry derry dolls
and through the dark dark woods
The harrid wigs did flumble
And the rabbits were barr wayn
The brujums flibbled happily
The cragbols snibbled right
and when the silly flib is over
they scribblesnum all night
Look here marrs the zeronthop
the rabbits grak and phway
for in the happy herridok
the lindol comes to vay
Hidden by the flumbogs
Past the merry derry dolls
and through the dark dark woods
The harrid wigs did flumble
And the rabbits were barr wayn
The brujums flibbled happily
The cragbols snibbled right
and when the silly flib is over
they scribblesnum all night
Look here marrs the zeronthop
the rabbits grak and phway
for in the happy herridok
the lindol comes to vay
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Change
"I would like a Barbie for my birthday," said my young sister one day, in the words that would start a spiral of change. I looked up from my task of packing a small bag and stared at her. I took in the slight tremble of her chin, the watery gaze of her dark eyes, the way she tugged at a strand of her auburn hair. She matched me in more ways than just looks. She, like me, did not ask unnecessary questions. We didn't rely on others for stuff, but rather put suggestions out there and hoped that they would be taken.
"Why?" I asked after a moment of staring across the cave, where
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The Curse
Walking into the school bathroom stall, Jane looked left and right for any potential traps. Waving her wand, she cast a spell to ward off any curses and hexes. Finally, she pulled down her pants, then her underwear and put her hands on her hips to make sure she wasn’t wearing anything. She grunted and pushed out poop that was caught between her butt and the toilet water by the diaper she was suddenly wearing.
Jane sighed. She didn’t even know why she still tried at this point. She had a curse on her that any time she pooped or peed, a diaper would magically appear around her waist and catch it, thus making her wet or mess a diape
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Changing at the Pool
“Oh no, the loser looked at me!” cried out Kayla. “He’s going to infect me with his total lack of interest. I’m going to be hated by everyone, and Jack’ll stop loving me!”
“Nothing’ll stop me from loving you,” said Jack. “No matter what you may become, I’ll never let him take more say in your life than me.”
They pointed and laughed at Samiel. Another day, another group of people, another mockery. Samiel knew not to stick around any longer and kicked a rock to leave them.
It had been like this all his life. It didn’t take much for the bullying to start when
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