I started digging into my eraser with my pencil in class and accidentally broke it in half. So I stapled the two halves together and gave it eyes pretended that it was my patient and I was originally giving it surgery in its mouth to get rid of an infection, but the surgery went horribly wrong and I had to give him permanent braces to recover. I treat him with care and legitimately get mad when someone takes him and uses him as an eraser.
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Just Cause
RandomBasically a documentation of my slow but steady mental deterioration. I need to be put to rest.
