I sat down to write a letter to future generations, obviously this story would be lost in time.
Dear whoever is reading this,
My name is Kaylee Jhonson and I will probably die with the story I am about to tell you. It started with a walk...
One day my mother moved me and my family to a town that was destroyed. She told us to go travel amongst our new surroundings, I went in a different direction then my siblings and found a bridge. I started to walk among it when my mother called us home. I told myself to remember the way so I could come back tomorrow.
Realizing that I was almost out of ink I stood up and walked downstairs to get some more.
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How was this? ??? Should I continue
BYE!!!!
