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I was only nine years old. I loved Shrek so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I'd pray to Shrek every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Shrek is love", I would say, "Shrek is life". My dad hears me and calls me a fаggоt. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Shrek. 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 Shrek. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my swamp". He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my аss-cheeks for Shrek. He penetrates my Вutthоlе. It hurts so much, but I do it for Shrek. I can feel my Вutt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Shrek. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my Вutt with his love. My dad walks in. Shrek looks him straight in the eye, and says,"It's all ogre now