Its Febuary 17, 2012. My birthday. I just open my eyes, eyelashes blinking slowly as a blurry view comes to my sight. I feel a slight shake from an aqua, furry hand as Gumball, my imaginary friend tries to awaken me. "Good Morning, Gumball," I sigh in an exhaustive voice. As Gumball grabs my blue sleeve of my Gumball pajamas to get me up, I yawn and ask Gumball to let go so I could do my morning stretch. I do my daily exercises, Butterflying and all, until Gumball tells me that Darwin is in the Big Bad peixe Tank with my dad's cichlids and piranhas. I gasped heavily and ran into the hallway...
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