About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
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How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
“I know what you are.”
“Say it.”
“A Pokemon Master.”
What’s up with these “shiny” pokemon and their sparkly crap?
REAL POKEMON DON’T SPARKLE, GEEZ.
