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$$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1086
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "True Love"
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by, Kreid
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ 6/07/00
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[-- $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --]
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$$ $$ "TssT" "TssT"
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Once upon a time, there was a remote control. The remote control's
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name was Teddy. Teddy had buttons that made the television box do wonderful
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things. Teddy loved having his buttons pushed. Everyone loved pushing
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Teddy's buttons.
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One day, little Johnny was holding Teddy and watching the television
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box. When his television box program was over, little Johnny pushed
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Teddy's "off" button and walked upstairs to his bedroom. Little Johnny
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must have been excited to go listen to his CD player, because he ran up
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there without putting Teddy on the couch were he belonged!
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"Oops!" said little Johnny. "I forgot to put Teddy back on the
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couch. Oh well, I'll put him back later." And with that said, little
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Johnny cooked up a massive dose of smack, shot it on his neck, and curled
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up into a ball on his bed while listening to his CD player.
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But Johnny never remembered to put Teddy back on the couch
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downstairs. In fact, Johnny died right there on his bed. Gradually, his
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body unwrapped out of the fetal position and into a lifeless spreadeagle.
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It was an overdose. Little Johnny got a little too high for his own good.
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No matter, though, Johnny had been a worthless shell of a human being for
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months, because of his habit and all.
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When little Johnny's parents got home, they were shocked.
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"Something is horribly wrong!" shouted Mrs. Johnny. "Where is Teddy?
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Where is my precious remote?"
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"Now, don't worry, honey, I'll take care of this," asserted Mr.
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Johnny. "It's probably just that junkie son of ours again. I'll check his
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room!"
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Mr. Johnny went upstairs and knocked on his son's door: "Little
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Johnny, are you in there? Where is Teddy? What have you done with our
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baby?" There was no response. "Johnny? You son of a bitch, answer me!
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I'm coming in."
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Mr. Johnny barged into his son's room and saw him there, lifeless
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and stretched across his bed. "Oh my god! There you are, Teddy! We
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thought you were a goner for sure!" Mr. Johnny retrieved Teddy from atop
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little Johnny's CD player, where it had been sitting peacefully all along.
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"You've had a rough day, Teddy," said Mr. Johnny. "But don't worry,
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it's all over now. It'll be just me and Mrs. Johnny pushing your buttons
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from now on."
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[ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu HOE #1086, BY KREID - 6/07/00 ]
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