The Mysterious Hug Dealer

Pickle Toes

I couldn't believe my eyes as I stared out the window at the worn down, rustic, white van I've come to love.

I knew he'd come back I thought to myself as I swung open the door to my house and ran out into my drive way

"PICKLE TOES!" I shouted excitedly. I felt tears of pure joy stream down my face. I was beyond enthralled to see my old friend and the first person to introduce my to the addicting, yet satisfying hugs.

Pickle Toes and I had always been close, in fact many people at our school thought we were related, because we were often together. One day, while we were walking back from school together, discussing trivial matters that had happened just a few hours before, when he brought up a new wonderful thing he had heard of.

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"It is called a hug," Pickle Toes explained, "it is supposed to be very helpful with relaxation. All of the cool kids are doing it."

At first I was skeptical, as any other teenage boy at the time would be. We have heard of the dangers of being addicted to hugs many times from our parents and adult counterparts. I decided to give hugs a try, one hug can't hurt, right?

"Hey PT," I said, as PT was my nickname for Pickle Toes, "do you mind...giving me some hugs?" I asked meekly, afraid of rejection, for being caught dealing hugs can get you in serious trouble with the Fashion Police.

The Fashion Police seemingly ruled the world, stopping any kind of misdemeanors, such as hug deals or cereal killers.

Anyways, my first hug was the perfect gateway into a whole life of hugs. In that moment, I was completely enveloped by pure bliss.

"That was amazing," I muttered to Pickle Toes as he pulled away from the hug. "I need more hugs." I said to myself, "more, more, more!"

Pickle Toes was taken aback by my sudden addiction. But, even as startled as he was, he gave me a second hug, this one even better and more delightful then the first.

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They say you never forget your first I thought to myself as I stood outside in the darkness, staring at my old, childhood friend, finally escaping my flashbacks. I could never forget mine.

Author's Note:

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