I had so many of them.
I couldn't count them all together, because there was so many.
There were big ones, small ones, chubby ones, skinny ones, pretty ones, uglyones, alright ones.
But there was one I loved the most, one that I only ever wore on special occasions.
Of course, I also wore it around the house as well.
The more I wore it, the more it grew on me.
She had such pretty skin.
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Scary Stories (To Be Told At Night)
Horror❝Some will make you laugh. Some will make you cry. Some will make you want to shrivel up and die. But only the ones that you realise are true will haunt you for life.
