I freeze. Fear coursing through my veins. Even though I want the metal, I fear whatever is there... Is still around. I was right because the next step I took was almost my last. A Giganotosaurus charged, heading straight at me. At the last second, I rolled to the left and raised my Assault Rifle and fired. Soon my clip was empty so I reloaded and fired again. After 19 clips the stupid Dino still wouldn't die! So I ran; ran as fast as I could. All the while I prayed it didn't find and kill me. After about five maybe six minutes I had discovered what a Giganotosaurus stomach looks like the hard way. I felt like I had died too early...
So as a ghost, I say this. "The next time somebody tells you there's money in the hills, Listen."
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Poetry"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool."
