It was a dark and stormy night. I sat in my black leather rocking chair, consumed by a feeling of loneliness. I was craving something...something stronger then I have ever had before. I have had many hugs in my lifetime, but none of them could satisfy my hunger. I have become addicted to hugs, I can't just have one hug, I need more. I need stronger hugs, better hugs. Hugs so strong, they leave you dazed for days after wards.
I heard a screech of tires just outside my door, snapping me out of my thoughts of my dreaded hugs. I lifted the blinds slowly, peering through the window to see who could have come to my house this late at night.
It was dark out, but just light enough for me to make out a van. No...it couldn't be... I thought to myself, over taken with shock from the familiar looking van. Pickle Toes
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The Mysterious Hug Dealer
Short StoryRandolph Hankerchief always felt like he was missing something in his life. He was empty and alone. Until finally he found the one and only... Pickle Toes. A well known hug dealer in Randolph's neighborhood. Randolph immediately fell in love with th...
