Henry, Henry is his name. He lives under a rock. What Henry is, no one knows. He might not even be real. But he definitely exists.
Henry does nothing all day, witch is everything. Mostly he plays tic-tac-toe with his missing limbs. But one day he lost his missing limbs. How he will play now, no one knows.
Henry doesn't need to eat, but he does anyway. Henry's source of food is unknown.
He doesn't talk to me anymore. Not after the first day. Henry doesn't like to think about it.
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The Life of Henry
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