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Once I created life.

It was cute, furry, green, and had googly eyes.

I made it from the milk left over from a Saturday morning’s meal and a period of three months hidden behind the couch.

He made a splendid confidant. I would often express to him my feelings on different aspects of the world including but, for some reason, not limited to:

• Politics
• Gospel Truths
• Gumptions
• Norton Antivirus, McAffee, Avira, and other digital items linked to Viralphobia
• Laser Hair Removal
• Laser Face Removal
• Antique Processors
• Spiritual Molasses
• Plots, Schemes, Stratagems, and other types of Criminal Activities
• Psalms
• The Secret Life of Legopeople
• Infatuated Boys and how ridiculous they look
• Mental Status

I enjoyed his company very much up until one fateful day; I woke up to the sound of thunder and the rain pouring outside my window in London. The cobbestone streets were deserted. It seemed a foreboding darkness had settled in, hinting as to what was happening, yet I was oblivious and not awake. Rubbing my eyes as I descended the stairs, I didn’t catch my mother washing my Rice Puffs Product friend down the disposal. It was only afterwards that I found out he had perished.

The life I had created had ended.

I still cry at nights sometimes.