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I was nineteen years old. I loved Pepe so much, I had all the merchandise. I'd pray to Pepe every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Pepe is love", I would say, Pepe is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Pepe. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Pepe. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my board". He grabs me with his powerfull frogyy hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Pepe. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Pepe. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Pepe. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My 12 yr old sister walks in. Pepe looks her straight in the eye, and says, "It's salty now".Pepe leaves through my window. Pepe is love. Pepe is life.