The 3 Mysterious Bulbs
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Complete Tue, Jul 18, 2017<5 mins
This is a short story that I wrote in school. I got an A on it.
This is a story about a mean and poor man who thinks that being rich would make him happy. Is that even possible?
I hope you guys enjoy!
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