Continuing Down The Long Road

Continuing Down The Long Road

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So the boy went to school didnt really know anyone there but he tried to make as many friends as he could. He mad a few friends that he hung out with someone who was really smart and someone who was really fast. Then one and it was the day before his birth day and he was so exicited. He had the best birthday it was so fun for him and his friends than. then a few days after hid birthday he was playing games with his dad and his mom screamed something was moving in the cage and it turned out that there was baby bunnies the boy was so exicided to tell all his friends the next day then two weeks later he brought his baby bunnies to school and everyone there was so exicied to see them. then he met a kid a month later who had the same interest as him and they became best friend.
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VALENTINE

A rabbit dies when it is unloved, they said. I saw one, the rabbit in grade school. Our class took good care of it but when vacation came, everybody was excited with their own plans that nobody thought about the rabbit. It was left alone and when classes resumed after two months, we found the rabbit in its cage; cold and lifeless -- all because it was alone, it wasn't loved. "You really look like your mother," my father growled as he glared at me. As always, he was drunk and angry. That was mainly the reason why my mother left us. She had long been gone but I still suffer the fate of being her son. "I despise you!" father shouted and threw an empty bottle of alcohol at me. I caught it with one hand unlike when I was younger, when I had to endure wounds and injuries inflicted by my drunkard father. I knew I have grown a lot since that time but no matter how old I get, I still couldn't leave my father. I was afraid that he might die... alone... and... unloved.

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