The one and only Flup
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Última publicación dom, may 17, 2015
I was outside and I saw something it looked like a shadow...
I got closer and closer it was a......fat and fluffy chipmunk it was so cute!
I grabbed a box and put the chipmunk in the box,I said "I'll name you
Flup. I never knew what that meant anyway I took it inside .
(1 year later) I woke up and dashed down the stairs and I looked
At Flup and he wouldn't move, I was very scared.my mom, Jessica,
Said "it's dead baby". They made a grave and every day I would
Go to flups grave.
The End!!
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