see there needs to be like seaweed and like corpses hands reaching for you underneath.... has been a fear of mine since i read a goosebumps book when i was little
i saw my sister crack her head open on the overhang part of the stairs and fall down the rest of them, she had to get stitches and lost a lot of blood; but i hold very minimal fear of them.
My brother fell at preschool and cracked his teeth, my sister fell off a chair getting a cookie from the cabinet and broke her head open, and once I was pushing on one of those bug traps behind a balcony door and I fell onto the concrete below. Somehow all of us survived, but we are all allergic to icing..
My brother was playing tag once and lost his two front teeth in the back of a girls head when he was young and various other incidents have happened that make me question how the hell my ancestors and family have made it to now. and icing like even home made?
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