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Paintings/locks/fighting

Paintings/locks/fighting

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I was admired by all the cool paintings at the yard sale. My neighbor has so many paintings old ones but they needed money so they had to give them up. I had my monthly pay so i could buy every single one but i didn't have money for ice skating with my friend i had to go back anyway. On the way back i stopped to tie my shoe. Then i was already at my house i tried looking for my key when i searched everywhere in my pocket oh no retrace you're steps. I walked back and back and back and i found them. I went back to my house and needed money. I walked to my room and i don't remember where i put my wallet oh well i would have to tell my best friend that i can't go. I grabbed my phone it needed to be charged it takes forever to charge though. It finally charged but when i was waiting i hung my favorite paintings in my wall. "hi" "are you coming" . " I guess not well bye". I tried to tell her my phone was charging and that i didn't have money and she said liar. She didn't believe me. I cant tell her i bought paintings instead. She added its free anyway hurry up were here at the last minute. I hurried up got my stuff and i couldn't find my pillow. Oh well i laughed.
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