The plant was shelterd in a hollow grove

The plant was shelterd in a hollow grove in the ground. Small waterfalls made light noises all around. It was beautifal, and was about to end Cancer. I reached slowly forward to it

but the plant suddenly bit my hand off. Ouch! Suddenly, I realized I was upon a tough decision. Use it to cure cancer or destroy it to get my hand back? Without my hand, I couldn't

make those lovely cupcakes my granny liked so much, not only that I couldn't complete the statue I was making of

Harry Potter. I love Harry Potter.

which had Harry's beardless, bespectacled face printed on it, Dumbledore shot his twinkling wizard goo all over the boy's cunt-shaped scar.

Fortunately, Dumbledore's goo had magical healing powers, and Harry's scar was gone forever. Now he didn't feel so self-conscious when they took pictures for the Hogwarts yearbook.

At least, until the following year when puberty hit Potter like a truck. "I can't believe we have spells to turn people into stone, but nothing that can

make an ambition zit that looks like a pussy third eye dissapear, thought Harry looking in the mirror dismally. Then the zit pulsed disturbingly

. startling Harry. "Am I really that Harry?" He thought. "Could I really be?" Or are there multiple Harrys running about the multiverse, with a superposition of zitted-not zitted?