Dr Who Story - Lost DoctorMarch 2nd, 2005, 3:00 PMDr Who Story - Lost Doctor2 years ago in Deviant Events
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That is the only time I can remember. I have a story, but I doubt you will believe me. It begins with a blue police phone booth, like from those British movies. I tried to open the door to enter, but thus, no luck, locked from every corner. I hear whispers tempting me to look down. At my feet I saw a strange key, nothing like any key I have ever saw. I picked it up and tried it in the lock. Strange enough, the door opened. I looked inside to see spider web covering every crook, corner, and bend. But one thing is really strange about this phone booth. It is bigger on the inside! My reaction as I could tell was priceless! I closed the door to make sure no one was watching. I walked around for a few minutes in awe at such technology in here. As I walked up a few steps to a control panel with buttons and knobs that made simply no sense to me, I looked on the device to see a crumbled burnt note on the contraption; I picked it up and read it aloud to myself.
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your mom celebrated the first birthday of you,
you thanked her by crying all day long.
When you were 2 years old,
your mom started teaching you how to talk,
you thanked her by saying ummmumumumumamamama.
When you were 3 years old,
your mom brought you to the park,
you thanked her by running around the pond, and chasing the ducks.
When you were 4 years old,
your mom bought you some toys,
you thanked her by breaking the toys on the next day.
When you were 5 years old,
your mom bought you a story book and read it to you,
you thanked her by ripping it piece to piece.
When you were 6 years old,
your mom sent you to the kindergarten, so that you can start making friends,
but you thanked her by fighting with your classmate.
When you were 7 years old,
your mom made you a very nice lunch for the first day of school,
you thanked her by throwing your foods around the class.
When you were 8 years old,
your mom handed you an ice cream,
you thanked her by dripping it all ov