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um it automatically made EVERTHING bold and wattpad is slow af for sum reason on my phone so
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The Onceler sat down in his bed while flipping through his notebook, looking for a clean page to write in. He wrote down all of his thoughts, ideas, and opinions of his day. They were about everything, and he wrote down all of his secrets in the notebook. If anyone ever found out about it, he would have to smite them.
More often than not these days, most of his entries would be about his new acquaintance. The Lorax.
He was a small, orange man who cared deeply for the trees. The Onceler crumpled his nose in displeasure thinking about him. He managed to win over the bears, the fish, and the birds, but not the Lorax. He was the only thing standing in his way from achieving his mother's approval and praise. The Onceler slammed his notebook suddenly.
