Three weeks pass and you continue to mentally regress. You can no longer tell when you have to use the bathroom, it just comes out. You've developed a nasty habit of sucking your thumb, you love when your mother lets you watch Barney or Sesame Street and you can't help but find all their stupid jokes hilarious. You're starting to lose your memories and you're also finding it harder to think. It's as if a cloud is growing in your mind.
One night as you lay curled up in the pink jammies that you've grown to love so much you apologize to the sorcerer.
"I'm sowwy I stolded your thingy sowsawah." you think, no longer noticing the flaws in your speech. Soon you fall asleep.
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