you're laughing too much
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Last published Sat, Jul 29, 2017
A music club frantically searches for their silent pianist, three little children fall into a canyon, and the old swing set creaks. There's always been something off about Felix, but even as the day grows brighter it's like they're talking to a ghost.
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This was an English assignment I wrote a while back and I decided to post it here because, why not? Warning; I'm twelve and I don't know how to write decent things. I don't own the cover picture.
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