It carrys on

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Me and my friends have been talking for a long time when the guy suddenly opens the bin and grabs the black bag that we are in (how rude) and chucks us in this big noisy dark thing we hear screams all around us and then I see what the screaming was about . dead bodies everywhere my friend the dragon fruit I see on the floor with all his juice squirting out of him. I want to vomit guts was all over the place (seeds and bits of parts) and it stunk I've never smelt anything like it before it was worse than the bin and that smelt bad. I slowly start to rock back and forth, my spikes getting all soggy and blunt. I start to think back about how I got into this state, about the apples, and my family.

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