It was a cold windy night and things were aslew. I was walking down acers when the cows started to moo.
Author's note: Becoming a poet. This is what I'm submitting for my degree.
Update on travel: I took a short sprint and crossed provincial lines. Now I am headed to a place where the mountains are royal. There, I shall find the one thing that I truly despise. The French. Kevin had lied to me again. He wrote to me in English, but it turns out that he is in fact French. How can a man live in a French place and message me?? This shall cause his ultimate downfall. Kevin, if you are reading this and haven't run for your live yet, just know that a blizzard is coming, and you're not gonna make it out alive.
Author's note: ...as I make it into the Frenchy neighborhood, I load up my AR15 as I prepare for my final battle. Wait a second, it won't be my final battle, but it will be Kevin's. Wish you luck. You will definitely need it.
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