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Back in my younger years, early September of 1978 I leaned over while sitting on Jeffery's hill near the town park. Nobody was there. I was alone. Alone with Jeremy. Jeremy was the strongest, most handsome and smartest man I knew. He asked "Theodore, will you have me?" as he held out his masculine hand. We kissed on the hill. The sun beaming onto our merging faces. We got more and more into it. I rolled over and he rolled onto me. We undressed each other and tossed our rugged clothes down the hill. We had sex. We were very into it. I was penetrating him like a murder's knife to his victim's chest. After the sex, we fell fast asleep. Not a care in the world. When I awoke late next morning, wrapped in a silky red blanket. Jeremy was gone along with his clothes. He was nowhere to be seen. I quickly shoved my dirty pants on and went down the street in search of him. I never found him again. I was devastated but angry at the same time. Weeks later, I was in great pain, most of it coming from my genitals. I was holding back vomit, and rushed out of my small cottage made from wood and tin and headed to the doctor as fast as I could. The doctor had a long examination before he came to a conclusion of the problem. "Doctor, have you found the problem?" "Well, I'm afraid I have. Although you won't like it." "Tell me! What's wrong" "You have been diagnosed with... aids". There was a long silence. The doctor looked guilty as he sipped from his water glass. I sat there scared and confused. "Aids?" "It most likely wont leave your blood system any time soon. I doubt it'll work but I have one solution." "Yes?" I answered with immense hope. "If I'm correct you'll be fully cured. You just have to read this book once a day for the next month and a half." He held up a copy of the book. The book was called Game as Ned. "A book? Game as Ned? What is this?" "You'll have to trust me on this one. It's worth a try." "Alright. Thanks doctor." "I do what I can. Good luck. Until November, I read Game as Ned once a day huddled up on my bed. I visited a different doctor and she told me I was completely cured. I ran to tell the doctor who provided the cure for me. I was running as fast as I could possibly travel. SMASH! I was hit by a car and died. The end.

Back in my younger years, early September of 1978 I leaned over while sitting on Jeffery's hill near the town park. Nobody was there. I was alone. Alone with Jeremy. Jeremy was the strongest, most handsome and smartest man I knew. He asked "Theodore, will you have me?" as he held out his masculine hand. We kissed on the hill. The sun beaming onto our merging faces. We got more and more into it. I rolled over and he rolled onto me. We undressed each other and tossed our rugged clothes down the hill. We had sex. We were very into it. I was penetrating him like a murder's knife to his victim's chest. After the sex, we fell fast asleep. Not a care in the world. When I awoke late next morning, wrapped in a silky red blanket. Jeremy was gone along with his clothes. He was nowhere to be seen. I quickly shoved my dirty pants on and went down the street in search of him. I never found him again. I was devastated but angry at the same time. Weeks later, I was in great pain, most of it coming from my genitals. I was holding back vomit, and rushed out of my small cottage made from wood and tin and headed to the doctor as fast as I could. The doctor had a long examination before he came to a conclusion of the problem. "Doctor, have you found the problem?" "Well, I'm afraid I have. Although you won't like it." "Tell me! What's wrong" "You have been diagnosed with... aids". There was a long silence. The doctor looked guilty as he sipped from his water glass. I sat there scared and confused. "Aids?" "It most likely wont leave your blood system any time soon. I doubt it'll work but I have one solution." "Yes?" I answered with immense hope. "If I'm correct you'll be fully cured. You just have to watch this movie five times a day for the next month and a half." He held up a copy of the film. The movie was called Nicolas 2. "A movie? Nicolas 2? What is this?" "You'll have to trust me on this one. It's worth a try." "Alright. Thanks doctor." "I do what I can. Good luck. Until November, I watched Nicolas 2 five times a day huddled up on my couch. I visited a different doctor and she told me I was completely cured. I leaped with powerful joy and ran to tell the doctor who provided the cure for me. I was running as fast as I could possibly travel. SMASH! I was hit by a car and died. The end.