UrMom IsSus looked at the Torn up knife in his hands and felt mad.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his bloody surroundings. He had always hated Dirty Squashed Abby with its wide-eyed, weak wise mystical trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel mad.
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Two Controlling Uncles Decapitating to the Beat
De Todothis is the story of a baka. this is generated by a random story generator... HEE HEE this story has bad grammer, childish and may be a bit rude... but no swear words