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this post was submitted on 22 Jul 2023
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Hell yes a thread made for me! I’ve had this story bottled up for years and never felt comfortable to say around people so pls no judgement its really hard to type this:
Margritte lived sometime in the mid 90’s living at the end of a cul-de-sac in some snooty middle class suburb at the end of the road. Margritte always felt different and weird compared to the other kids and would often get chastised at home by Margrittes parents over Margrittes looks, interests, and lack of interest in sports and religion.
One day in grade 5 in the spring Margrittes dad walked into the bathroom and found Margritte on the floor, motionless. Nothing Margrittes dad could do could make Margritte get up again. This was because Margritte was actually a cotton swab the entire story.
I’ve never told anyone this ever. First time I even typed it. Thanks for listening everyone 😌
Reminds me of a story about Sally