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*little spirgle* "no Mrs. Jones. I'll be alright. My parents will be home in a couple of hours." I close the door and jog up to my room. "why did women have to be born with boobs. I mean I just can't go up the stairs without needing to go to the doctor afterwards." I laugh at my joke. like a crazy person. Then all of a sudden I feel dizzy. I sit down in my Dora shaped chair. yes I know how old I am and it looks like Dora is eating me but still. It is mine. Then my head feels like it's being banged against the wall. Then I realize that it really is being banged up against a wall. I look up and see the person who makes my life a living hell. "What do you want? And how did you get into my house?" "Oh you know what I want." "and you ain't never gonna get it never gonna get it." "Oh yeah?" "yep. I swear on my Dora chair" "you remember that sip of lemonade you had?" "Yeah?" "the drugs should be kicking in in three, two, one." Then. everything turns black. And I'm out cold.