I was only 9 years old.
I loved シュレック so much, I had all the merchandise and movies.
I pray to シュレック every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given.
"Shrek is love" I say; "Shrek is life".
My dad hears me and calls me a faggot.
I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Shrek.
I called him a cunt.
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep.
I'm crying now, and my face hurts.
I lay in ベッド and it's really cold.
Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me.
It's Shrek.
I am so happy.
He whispers into my ear "This is my swamp."
He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me down onto my hands...
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