For those of you with a weak stomach, run now...
Harold popped. Well, more like exploded. It's gross. I figured he'd blow sooner or latter, he never did stop getting bigger and more deformed looking.
So, now what do I do? My medical expertise sort of falls apart at this point. And my mom isn't at home. How sad is that? I'm nearly 30, and I still call my mommy when I get a boo-boo.
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Harold!!! Nooooooooooo. . .
Poor Harold.
Neosporin, Band-aid. Don't get his corpse wet.
*sniffle* Poor Harold. He was so young.
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