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(Es una historia de terror vieja que hice para inglés, me gustaría traducirla pero meh, aviso que el contenido de "kaka" es mi variado)
Mommy told me never to go in the basement but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy.
So I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn't see a puppy, and the mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so i didn't ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feat.
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