One or More?

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As we walked into the gates, I was still certain something was weird. Even after we unpacked. I wonder how many, how many people can live in this place. How many people can live here until they kick people out? I'm so... I think this is a bad place.... Oh no. What gave I found.... Oh... Goodness. We have to leave. Please tell me that this is a good place. Oh jeez... I thought to myself. I thought that I was on great danger. O had to repack and leave. We found some good stuff. But we had to choose. Take one, or more. That was on my mind. And my ponikins. We were all pack and well rested, for tonight. And left.

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