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Today at the lock, I decide to jump on the couch and eat some fairy floss, yes I am a sucker for them.
Why can't I live here?
I mean I got all I need.
Oh wait a minute, I'm an orphan that's why.
Oh please don't be a call from Monica telling me to get back to the orphanage.
I snicker as I remember what I put in her bed this morning, a rat and the vacuum cleaner.
She hates rats.
As I hate her.

Monica👊🏻
Hey I need you to come home please, there is someone here to see you.

Me.
Whatever, I'll be there soon.

She gave me that phone because she was too worried about me.
Why does someone want to see me?
Oh who cares I'm getting out of here.
I put my stuff away and lock the gates of the big old rusty shed.
How I came to the shed is a mystery to me.
All I remember is walking around this empty lot with my bag full of spray cans and wandering into the shed with everything I needed everywhere.
Yeah, I was careful at looking around cause I didn't know if anyone owned it but it looked pretty lonely to me.
Oh and how it got its name was from a book under one of those table clothes, I picked the book up and a page fell out of it with big words written on it 'the lock' coincidence or what?
So I guess the name stuck in my head.
I stole the locks off Monica when she went to town one day, she didn't care about them.

Hey all, I know this is probably a boring part but hey at least she isn't on the streets. Ya anyways, Holidays end soon. Actually scratch that it had basically ended for me, like yesterday. I live so far away and I really miss my sisters and I only left yesterday. Only 3 months.

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