Sticks and Stones

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It was early one morning when I decided to call my friends Lucy and Maddy, we would go out and explore today, but today felt different...I just don't know why. But you know, just go with the flow and all that biz.

As I walked a bit ahead of my small trio, I swear I could hear them whispering about something "lurking in the woods". But I just ignored it as some movie they saw a week ago...guess not when I felt something hit me in the back of the head. I turned to see my friends...or should've been friends...holding dead branches, twigs, stones, and Maddy had a flip-knife with her! They both began to beat me with the ojects till I was compleatly bloody and loseing consiousness...after that I blacked out, only to feel someone pick me up and carry me away.

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