"HOW DARE YOU LET THIS HAPPEN TO MY BEAUTIFUL ANAKIN?" I scream into the receiver.
"I'm sorry," Pooka says sheepishly "I was in the kitchen. I didn't know that Nathan was real or that he would come into our sons room. I thought Trua was just masturbating to pictures of his cousin, not this."
I rush over as fast as I can. I burst into the house and run upstairs to find Trua sitting on the ground. He is sketching pictures of Nathan, continuously whispering "Nathan is love," and "Nathan is life."
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Nathan: a Dingalingading Sequal
ЮморA year after the "dingalingaling" incident, a young boy is traumatized by the same creature, but it brought a friend...
