Entry 8

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It has been three months since I have been able to poop. I've been eating enough fiber to meet the pooping standards. It was Christmas. No one knew my Mom was dead. She had no friends. I went to my dad's house.

When I got there it stunk like death. My dad died. I laughed. Haha.

Suddenly I felt something coming on. I took my shirt off and pooped in it. I ate the good poop.

Then, the pooping started again...

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