Zena's story

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When I was seven, my family drove to the Grand Canyon🐘🍬. At one point, my favorite blanket flew out the window and was gone🍩🌈. I was devastated. Soon after, we stopped at a service station✨⛵. Moping, I found a bench and was about to eat my sandwich when a biker gang pulled into the station🍭🐾. "Is that your blue Ford?" a huge, frightening man with a gray-and-black beard asked🐼😘. Mom nodded reticently. The man pulled my blanket from his jacket pocket and handed it to her💖💫. He then returned to his motorcycle👒💄. I repaid him the only way I knew how: I ran up to him and gave him a hug🐦😋.

So, if you liked this story here is what you have to do; buy cheap toys and give them to little kids in the street.

Goodbye everyone 😋🍓🎠.

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