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I was only nine years old. I loved Shrek so much; I had all the merchandise and movies. I pray to Shrek at night, thanking for the life I have. Shrek is love, I say, Shrek is life. My dad hears me and calls me a ####. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Shrek. I called him a ####. He slaps me and sends me to sleep. Im crying and my face hurts. Suddenly a warmth approaches me. Something touches me. It's Shrek! I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, this is my swamp. He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands, and puts me on the floor. I'm ready. I spread my ###-cheeks for Shrek. He penetrates my ####. It hurts so much, but I do it for Shrek! I can feel my butt tearing. I push against his force. I want to please Shrek. He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in, Shrek looks at him; Its all ogre now. Shrek leaves through my window. Shrek is love, Shrek is life.
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