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! Going on an Adventure!

! Going on an Adventure!

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Sep 9, 2015
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I was thinking about what I was going to do in the afternoon, I had a lot on my mind I might maybe go over to Joseph's house maybe I had made up my decision I am walking straight out of the house and catching the bus over there because I wouldn't even dare to walk there. I had slipped on some clothes then went down stairs and went up to the kitchen bench and pinched some money off of mum, I had felt very bad at that moment but she would forgive me it will take time to heal. I walked out the door and got my keys to make sure it was locked, I had issues with it locked when I was younger someone had broken in to our house and trashed everything that was in sight and through anything on the ground so I make sure that doesn't happen again.
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