Philza, Tommy, Techno, and wilbur and the ranch incident that killed them all. It started on a sunny day. When Wilbur and Tommy were craving ranch. The three had been in the city for a while. Wil and Technos were working in an office. Technoc was at home with his wife and son, who were playing on the computer. Philza was out in his car with Technic. They had all been driving around for hours, looking for something to eat. Then Wil had seen the billboard, which was on an island in Lake Michigan, that read "Ranch." He had stopped and looked at it, then at Technis, and said to himself, I want ranch! He had a moment of confusion, wondering if he had just been hallucinating. He looked up, saw that Techni was staring at him, his face a mixture of surprise and confusion. His eyes , he said. He turned and saw Technic. Wil looked back at Tommy and smiled. Tommy looked down at his feet, at a small, round, red, blue, green, yellow, brown, purple, pink, orange, black, blue-green, white, gray, or brown. His face was blank. That was the moment I knew that Wil would never be able to live without ranch, no matter what happened. So, he was going on to find it for Technic . In the end, Wil and Technico found it in the same place. A few days later, the two of them went on their first trip to the island. There, on this very day, a huge, dark, ominous, stormy, windy day with a light dusting of ice crystals and snow. He would die in his sleep. His wife would wake to find him dead. A small black and white dog would come and sit by his side, watching him die. My father, Philza. In a moment, the world would stop. No more lights, cars, planes. Just the wind, and a dark sky, the kind that is always there, waiting to come and swallow everything. A place that has no end, just a place to go, forever.
The wind was how I felt. There was nothing to stop it from blowing. All I had to worry about was that the roof would not be up in time to save Technics, Wil, Philzas, Tom, the others. Technically, all that remained was Technica, who had been the last of our group to die. He was still alive, of course. His body was in the freezer, waiting for the day he The day was cold. Technically, we were all in the same place, in one place. We had all been together for a year now. My father had been in prison for almost as long. He was still in jail. Wil and Technica were still together. In the end, though,
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Im so sorry.
