"I'll say it one more time. Tell us about Poot Lovato." The man shone a bright light in my face. The light blinded me.
"Never you fatty!" I yelled. I felt the strange need to flick his man in his vagina, a vagina he did not posses. It was the effect of my daughter. Yes, Poot Lovato is my daughter. Ever since she's escaped her basement captivity, I felt her traits going into my
body. I spat in the mans face, the next best thing I could do besides flick him in the vagina.
"Dianna," the man said, "you have to tell me about Poot. It's for the greater good."
I gave in. He was right. Poot was on the loose and there was no telling what she could or would do.
"The day was August 20, 1992, the day that Demi, and unfortunately, Poot, came into the world."
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Poot: A Tale of Love, Loss, and Freedom
HumorPoot Lovato, just your ordinary girl...except for the fact she's been locked in her basement for over 20 years. She is troubled, constantly calling people fatties and flicking them in the vagina. Outshone by her twin, Demi Lovato, Poot has finally e...
