Beloved Bubbles
by John Hitler
Bubbles,Bubbles,Bubbles. When you died I felt like a bath without Bubbles. The sweet ones like strawberrys not nectarine. I like bubble baths especially when they are with you. I miss the sound of your head bumping into the fireplace and your yelps for help but I never came I love my bubble bath to much,Im just about to get in one infact. I miss blowing you Bubbles. See you in Hell dog. John
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