This is Just Trash

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YO IT'S BONKY42. 
LIT

(June POV)

   It was a warm summer morning. I had just rejected Banky for the third time since I woke up. I went into my room, and stared at Peanut the monkey. He gazed back at me with those black orbs that you could barely call eyes.  I picked up the lifeless doll and whispered into his ear. 

"Build me a slide out of bendy straws."

  Then I fell asleep peacefully, everything around me retreating to darkness. I clutched Peanut tightly to my chest as I drifted off.

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