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M8j5g6

aka A Problematic Potato

  • I live in aMeRiCa
  • My occupation is Binging Keeper while eating ice cream
  • I am a potato
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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light.- Albus Dumbledore

Hi! I'm M8j5g6-and yes, I'm aware it's a super weird name. But, you can call me M8. Indigoober gave me the nickname Spud, but I like it, so now everyone can use it!!!


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  • I. Love. CATS!!!!!!
  • I love the Harry Potter series, and have read each book at least 15 times (no exaggeration!).
  • I like the T.V shows Psych and Ninjago.
  • I have 2 cats (a boy named Pip and a girl named Squeak) and a dog (Bear).
  • I can't wait for Legacy to come out (why do books take so looooooooong!).
  • I wrote a fanfic!!


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I am proud to still sleep with stuffed animals!
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I am a proud member of the Keeper Fans that Still Sleep with Stuffed Animals Club! By having this on your profile, your bed and room are most likely full of stuffed animals. Be glad and be proud!

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Indie's Friend!


By having this badge on your profile, you've won Indie’s friendship! This means that she considers you a super outstanding friend! You might’ve spent hours chatting with her, or maybe you only met her today. Even though her username is Indigoober, you usually call her {{{nickname!}}} You know a ton of weird things about her, and you've connected tons over the years internet. Basically, she's trying to tell you that you are amazing!


Please only use this with permission from Indie. If Indie allows you to use it, type {{IndieFriend|nickname=*nickname of choice*}} into the source code of your profile! Ask Indie for more help.


Keeperforlife’s Friend!


You are considered to be one of my closest friends! You probably haven’t known me that long, but you might share a few inside jokes. You usually call me Shannon (original, I know), and I love chatting with you on the internet. I am very thankful to you for being there for her.

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Credit to The Bibliomaniac for making this for me
Please only use this with permission from Me. If I allow you to use it, feel free to put it onto your profile into the source code of your profile! Ask Me for more help.



Story Time: Edit

(Note: This did not happen to me, I copy/pasted it.)

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?

The old lady replied: You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'

'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check Again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.’ I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!

'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.

'My mommy loves white roses.'

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.


 

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