I had regrets but listen, you don't tell me what to do.
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ধন্যবাদ। আপনার সময়রেখাকে আরো ভালো করে তুলতে টুইটার এটিকে ব্যবহার করবে। পূর্বাবস্থায়পূর্বাবস্থায়
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I won a free book when I was in 1st grade, but chose a 3rd grade book of spooky stories The first story was about a girl who wore a ribbon around her neck every day, untied it as she was dying, and her head fell off It scared me so bad that I made my dad return it to the store
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Oh my God
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This is good, I actually feel significantly less ridiculous after looking it up
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Does this book by any chance include a girl setting herself on fire whilst playing with matches and a boy getting his thumbs cut off because he wouldn't stop sucking them?
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Do you mean "struwelpeter"? That's a german book written for children that gave me nightmares for months when i was a kid
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Years!
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Lol true

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I think mine is when I started buttering the living room couch. Like not by smearing it, I kept taking tiny fingerfulls and carefully dabbing it on the back of the couch. Tiny little finger-dabs of butter covering the whole back of the couch, greasy cheerful baby luc
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And the thing is I KEPT doing it, like every time someones back was turned. They tried keeping it on top of the fridge, but I *still* grabbed it, which scared them bad enough they just kept it on the counter again. they literally could not keep me from doing this wierd thing.
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Luc I'm scared and that was like twenty years ago
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THREAD When I was very young, I was obsessed with the idea of scissors and constantly asked my mom for a pair. She said she would buy me some when I was older and in school. How I yearned for some scissors. Well one day, she brought home a pair of bright
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yellow scissors, and I immediately fell in love with them. My mom went to her room to watch her telenovela, and I joyfully cut cut cut so much construction paper that day. I was in heaven. As I continued to play with my scissors, I made the astute observation that
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the tip of the scissors seemed to be the same size as the holes in the electrical outlet. I wondered if they would fit. So I approached the outlet and JAMMED the scissors into the outlet. Next thing I know, I'm at opposite side of the room, holding my
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now charred and smoking scissors. My hands were hot, I had a headache, and my eyes were just taking in the scene. I had been blown to the other side of the room and I was in darkness because I had blown out the electricity to the ENTIRE APARTMENT COMPLEX. However,
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what was most alarming was that I had also blown out my mom's television in the middle of her telenovela. She came into my room, yelling, and gave me the spanking of a lifetime. I still adore scissors to this day, but have since learned to appreciate warning labels on products.
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That was fucking epic.
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Thankfully I was only shaken by the experience, not stirred
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লোড হতে বেশ কিছুক্ষণ সময় নিচ্ছে।
টুইটার তার ক্ষমতার বাইরে চলে গেছে বা কোনো সাময়িক সমস্যার সম্মুখীন হয়েছে আবার চেষ্টা করুন বা আরও তথ্যের জন্য টুইটারের স্থিতি দেখুন।
story you have from your early childhood.
Mine is when my mom told me not to touch the electric stove when it was red, because that meant it was hot, so I made direct eye contact with her and slapped my hand down on the stove top.


