Dark dank nights like this make me glad that I have my Haley Bugg. Her crystal eyes and golden locks spilling down, kept tied back as not to hide her lovely face. A form that can never fail and an ever so eager ear that can't wait to hear about my day at the mill.
Whenever I come home, there my Haley Bugg awaits me with a smile that could warm the heart of a scarab. Belzerburg's priceless and ageless treasure awaits seated in her high throne with her back toward the window that faces the town beneath the hill. I spend an hour brushing her hair, and it only needs to be brushed once again six to eight days later.
If ever I need to release feelings too melancholy to bottle back, my Haley Bugg will hear them out. I know beyond all doubt that she will never leave me behind to face the world alone. She will never speak a cruel or infuriating word, nor will she ever seek affection from any other person.
I know that due to my injury, I could never forsake my Haley Bugg out of lust, greed, or anger. My hand could never find its way to strike her. Her jeweled brooch or gem encrusted tiara will never leave her person to find the hands of some dealer of antiques or jewelry. Never will we be parted before my life expires and never will we stop smiling into the eyes of each other.
The beauty will never leave her face, she shall never experience the first wrinkle. No cosmetic surgery shall ever taint the natural beauty of my Haley Bugg; no rhinoplasty, facelifts, botox treatments, or weight reduction shall ever be needed, as I've had her stuffed and cast in wax.
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