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Hiya! Sorry that it's been so long in between chapters. With school I have been so busy! Any whoo...Here's the next chapter!
That night Harry was lying without his letter in the mailbox. He was so alone. I need some zoloft, he thought. Pot would be nice too. Harry knew he could never obtain pot though, for the Dursleys undecidly would not buy him drugs. Harry had begged them for just a litte crack, but the Dursleys refused to give up their secret stash.
Harry wondered what the letter was about. Perhaps the federation for the mentally and seriously retarded want me to go to their special school again, he thought. Harry fell asleep knowing he would attack the mailman the next morning.
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That morning, after Harry had viciously sent the mailman to the hospital with huge cut on his back and a broken arm, Aunt Petunia found that 5 more letters had arrived for Harry. "Harry, come and watch me burn your letters!" Uncle Vernon called. He was kneeling by the fire, holding out the letters. Harry sat down and watched the letters disappear one by one.
After Harry had left, Uncle Vernon said to Aunt Petunia, "My plan did not work. I hoped the boy would be as stupid as always and stick his hand in the fire."
"I suppose you can't get everything," said Aunt Petunia, who had been thinking the same thing.
"Could you help me get up?" Uncle Vernon asked. After an hour of struggling to get up, Mr. Dursley finally left the family room.
sorry that was not so funny. I am in a creaters slump.
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