I'm small, soft and fluffy. You'd think people would treat me like a puppy, right? Wrong. First off, I'm stuck in a small, compact box. That's not so bad, having my friends stuck in there with me. Then it gets terrifying, as my friends are snatched from the ceiling of the box, one by one. A retched growling sound is heard, and that friend is never heard from again.
Each day I got closer and closer to the surface. It seemed to go even faster in the winter and spring. Finally, I broke through the surface. I watched as my delicate body was snatched from the box. They were crude, who would just blow their nose in it. Or in this case, me. I'll admit, I am very nosy, but this is just ridiculous. After I'm done being logged with slime (which is not only gross, I could get sick!) I just get tossed aside into another smelly box. Oh no that's fine, just unclog your sinuses with your body and not even thank me or apologize!
Now, what's next for me? At least I'm here in this smell tin can with my long lost friends. I'm pretty sure we're going to a place called the dump. That sounds like something my cousin toilet paper would have to deal with. At the dump, we're all going to just lie there with our bacteria filled mucus. Such is the life of a tissue, I guess.
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