Herman invited Haglet and me over to her house for a slumber party, which are always disastrously hilarious, and usually end up with us awake at three o'clock in the morning, plotting more complex ways to sin than the prior engagement, so we have the best of times.
At the kitchen table, we were discussing all things Giuseppe: how Hamilton had split away from us because of him, how Siracha Delaporte left as well, how we were planning to murder him, and all of the sudden, Herman's mother piped up from the kitchen, begging us not to kill the wretched doll. We asked her why she would rather live in a world full of evil than see it destroyed, and she claimed that she found Giuseppe to be adorable, and she wouldn't want him gone.
We were rightfully appalled. It seemed that Giuseppe had possessed Herman's mother, too, and he was only growing stronger by the minute. We needed to act quickly, or else be slaughtered by the monster we created.
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The Truth About Giuseppe
Non-Fictionright so there was this doll my friends and I worshiped in sixth grade who ended up ruining our lives so here's the story
