Lost In New York

Lost In New York

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Feb 27, 2016
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Mystery
And day in new york a boy name buzz got his little brother in trouble his name was Kaven. The next day it was almost chirsmas that day.So they all went to meet each other and the had to sing a chirsmas song. So they all made a cricle buzz was beside maven in buzz said I will smash you like a pice of cake.kaven said mom buzz keep on missing with me and the mom said he did not say nothing kaven said he will smash me like a pice of cake.buzz said I want never say that yes u would respond kaven. Go up starts Kaven mom told he.He stomp up the starts and said wish I never see y'all again in my life .The next day the mom and dad set alarm in the morning so they can wake the kids up to get ready so the alarm went off and the went to waske up all the kids.everyone was over the place and miss up
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