The Volcano

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You readers are probably greatly annoyed with me for putting off the story for so long. I am sorry. Remember, I am a lazy butt. And so are you.

But no more about that. I will now ACTUALLY write a story.

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So Kevin was walking happily down a street. Very happily, in fact, considering it was right next to an erupting volcano.

It's not Kevin's fault the volcano was erupting. She even tried to sacrifice one of her old teddy bears. But alas! Mr. Teddy's life was given in vain. The volcano exploded anyways.

As Kevin was walking down the street, she looked at the volcano. She was very happy indeed. Do you know why? It was because she finally got rid of that teddy bear.

I mean, seriously, all he did was lay around and demand porridge. Can you blame her? Mr. Teddy was such a burden to lose, that even the erupting volcano could not dim Kevin's bright mood.

But suddenly, out of the volcano, something came flying towards Kevin's head. What was it? She squinted at the projectile hurtling towards her.

Much to her dismay, it was Mr. Teddy, back from the dead. Well, he had never really died in the first place. He was still alive and well.

Kevin was greatly saddened at the prospect of parenting her teddy again, and her happy mood vanished instantly.

Then Kevin realized something.

There was an erupting volcano.

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