When Jack swore, his pants caught on fire. Whenever he stole, from pinching a penny from his little brother to lifting those twenty dollar's from Mom's purse, his face turned as blue as the bluest blue ever created. Needless to say, all the other neighborhood mothers were jealous of Jack's Mom.
(written for Writing Contests, by Hannah Sue)
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Here You Go: A Collection of Garbage and Other Things
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