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I TOLD THEM IT WAS A REAL BOOK
So I've spent pretty much a decade trying to find a particular book from my childhood and not only had no one else I talked to read it, most of them told me I had probably imagined reading it.
Probably because, lacking title or author, I could only call it Tiny Unicorn Dies Alone.
BUT IT IS REAL AND I HAVE FUCKING FOUND IT IN AN OLD STORAGE BIN.
Admittedly, when Morgan FALLS DOWN THE WATERFALL before BEING LEFT FOR DEAD BY HIS MOTHER/EVERYONE HE KNOWS and spending the night EXPLICITLY AWAITING HIS COLD SAD LONELY DEATH, he is still a baby horse, but still, do you see why that made an impression?
I HAVE PICS. SOON EVERYONE SHALL SEE.
Probably because, lacking title or author, I could only call it Tiny Unicorn Dies Alone.
BUT IT IS REAL AND I HAVE FUCKING FOUND IT IN AN OLD STORAGE BIN.
Admittedly, when Morgan FALLS DOWN THE WATERFALL before BEING LEFT FOR DEAD BY HIS MOTHER/EVERYONE HE KNOWS and spending the night EXPLICITLY AWAITING HIS COLD SAD LONELY DEATH, he is still a baby horse, but still, do you see why that made an impression?
I HAVE PICS. SOON EVERYONE SHALL SEE.