Originally Posted by Resha
A mouldy plum. I loved that old plum. The mould looked so soft and happy; it was so happy, we were so happy together. Then my parents found it and gazed at me in repulsion and I never saw my beloved mouldy plum again.
Bitter am I.
What an awful story Resha! You and your plum torn apart!
Hmm... I can't think of anything odd I've found in my room.
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