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I love the Man in the Moon.
Then I found out he was a fake.
A total faker.
He was just a bunch of craters that vaguely resembled a man.
I stood there staring up at him repeating:
“You’re not much of a man are you Man in the Moon?”
Then I hated the Man in the Moon.
Hated him with all my heart.
Hated him more than 10 Satans.
Subsequently, when celebrating his birthday
I stopped sending him a present.
Three years later I took him out of my “will.”