a story by [za’nia]

His name is Toni and Toni has a mind of his own. He takes candy from babies and trips the elderly. He rips off cashiers and even those young blind kids. I guess you can say he’s rude … well prude, crude and a bit evil. I know he likes when I sing or when I crazily dance, but when I’m horrible he’s horrible. He’s black and is stretchy-tall, and he follows me. Even though he’s a handful, he’s my best friend, or as my mom would say “my shadow.”

 

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