Chapter 9: Hell.

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Sorry for not writing anything the past few days. Nothing exciting happened in my life. Today though, I was walking along the streets of Beverley Hills, California. A woman walked up to me. "How would you like to go to Hell?" She asks calmly. WTFudge??? "Get away from me you little stupid piece of caramelized llama!! Why would I go to Hell?"" I say in a voice that sounded like a baby boy after being thrown off the Empire State Building. "Not Hell, YALE," She says rather loudly. "Oh. Sure!" I said, not knowing what Yale was. Sounds fun. "Ok. My name is Sanyo Womann" she says. We walk away skipping and holding hands together, going to Hell. Wait, no. Yale. Sorry. This is going to take a lot of getting used to.

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