Entry 12

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This August day felt so lonely. I was at Popsicle stand outside drowning my sorrow. I felt like a sorry sap siting here alone on this stool at the stand. My girlfriend just dumped me only because of my lack of eating fruits. Kept saying how I ate too much sweets; but she was wrong.

Strawberry and blueberry was the flavor of my popsicle. My favorite flavors that couldn't be compared. Just as I was about to finish my popsicle and a dog poops and flings it at my popsicle. Ruining the last lick I could have taken. When I thought my day couldn't get any worse,

The popsicle stand blows up.

The End.

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