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>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Hoenn so much, I had all the gen 3 merchandise and movies
>I pray to Hoenn every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given
>"Hoenn is love" I say; "Hoenn is life"
>My dad hears me and calls me a faggot
>I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Hoenn
>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 bed and it's really cold
>Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
>It's Hoenn
>I am so happy
He whispers into my ear "Hoenn Confirmed."
>He grabs me with his powerful trumpet hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees
>I'm ready
>I spread my ass-cheeks for Hoenn
>He penetrates my butt-hole with his trumpet
>It hurts so much but I do it for Hoenn
>I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water
>I push against his force
>I want to please Hoenn
>He roars in a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his water trumpets
>My dad walks in
>Hoenn looks him straight in the eyes and says "Coming November 2014."
>Hoenn leaves through my window
>Hoenn is love. Hoenn is life.
