S.O.S

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Olive sat in a dark room, tied to a chair. She was continuously calling out for help.
"S.O.S
Please someone help me
It's not healthy
For me to feel this
Y.O.U
Are making this hard
Can't help it, see it don't feel right
This time please someone come and rescue me..."
Olive started to cry, knowing she would probably die.

Olive: What?!
Me: It came into my mind. I'm sorry, Olive.
Olive: It's fine.
Me:Do you girls know where the boys have been? They've been gone for quite a while.
Olive: I have no idea.
Olimpia: I don't know where they are either.
Oona:Don't look at me.
Ms.O: Beats me!
Me:*yawns* I'm getting tired. I'm goin' to bed ya'll. Night, night!
All:Goodnight!

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