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My Little EssayLadies and gentlemen, I do not like My Little Pony. I especially do not like its new show, which is the main subject. That said, I bear no ill will toward it beyond the fact that it is simply not my cup of tea. If I were to meet a person who told me they enjoyed the show, I would think of them as my equal whom merely likes something I do not. I have no right to say what they should like or dislike. I have no interest to see My Little Pony, I do not hate it, I do not hate people who enjoy it. But there is something I do hate. I hate that I practically can't go five minutes online anymore without running into this show.
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I mean my goodness, what has happened here? My Little Pony got a cartoon series about, what, a year or two ago by this point? Well regardless of the short amount of time, it was certainly in no hurry to take over the internet and aim for every corner. Gone are the days where I can browse on DeviantART, safe in the knowledge that I would not run into a character from one o
PewDie's Madness- Chapter NineAll the medics were worried about Cry, afraid he was going to fall into a sleep that he wouldn’t wake up from, a coma, but the doc knew better, and simply had the nurses care for his sleeping body. Over a short time period, Cry’s body healed, not fully, but enough to where he felt comfortable. His bruises were gone, and his cuts only scars. As the nurse helped Cry out of his bed, he felt queasy.
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“Nurse,” Cry’s voice was cracking; it wasn’t his usual, smooth tone. “PewDie, where is PewDie?”
“Who is PewDie?” the nurse raised her eyebrow questioningly.
“Oh… I’m sorry… Felix Arvid Ulf Kjellberg, that’s who I meant.” Cry said with much difficulty.
“Oh, Mr. Kjellberg? If you would like to visit him, you ca-“
“OH PLEASE, LET ME!” Cry grabbed the woman by the collar and shook her. “Oh, and, can I please have my mask?”
The nurse picked Cry