You’re a toothbrush. Describe someone brushing their teeth from your point of view.
Today is another day, Lucy putting me in her mouth, day and night. I honestly don’t get it; she cleans me, dirties me, then barely cleans me, and leaves. I get so scared when she applies my best friends every time. She is the reasons I have so many best friends, she kills them all. Toothpaste is the only thing I really bonds with, because she literally puts them on me. She then wets it with the hardest water pressure she could have, (which hurts toothpaste the most) and puts me on her dirty teeth. I hate it so much. WHEN IS SHE GOING TO THROW ME AWAY???!!!
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