MONDAY 2-6-08
She walked on the hot sidewalk, steaming from the sun. "Ouchie mama" she said, in a whisper. She decided to put on her run down converse to protect her toes. Just then! Harry styles came up, looking at the burning hot toes. "Nice feet." He shouted. "Female, 19, selling." She replied, in a low raspy voice. Then she blacked out—and died.
The End
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