THE DAY I DIED (FT MY SISTER)

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THIS IS A STORY ABOUT HOW I DIED. 

It was a cold morning. Mist flew in from the window, uhhhhhhahahhahaahahahhahhhahah.

Nice sentence. NO! STOP! 

The MAILMAN came in, his package be large. VERY LARGE, AS LARGE AS A ELEPHANT. 







He crushed me

the end.

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