After leaving the "room" we were transported to a factory. where some "changes" were made. I for one was not "changed". all thay did to me was label me, I was a "wal...- mart ?", What ever that was.others were...um... "cut" and changed in to motor vehicles and kid sets, I felt bad for those guys
After the "changes" where made we all got separated, by type. We where put on another truck and transported again it was a smoth ride.
Then...
"BOOM!"
We all smashed together the truck became a chaotic mess of screams and apologies.
After that it calmed down a little still a lot of talking and shouts. I hope we get there soon, I thought to my self witch I soon regret thinking because as soon as we got there I was miserable
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The Life Of A Cart
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