Swug
a quiet meadow
the sound of the gentle crisp of leaves, as the group of boys decided to go to the clubhouse, bby a creek no far from side to side by a dragon, which n which to fly with in the blazing sky, they decided to bring the new friend along, in their laboratorypet lab. where they fed fire belly toads and watched eat the crickets they catched. garden snakes, turtles, minnows, and other .
itsnot about the flames said the quiet one, a lit candle that flickered playfully as the sun set,
the frog as dead it was time for burial
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fear coursed through her veins. she was only 14, nothing wasaplplauded, she had to do this,for her,for her baby,she entered the vehicle, the wet slick scrapofher shoes as she trasnfered ofver from the silent innocent pavement to the contraption of darkness
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it was too quiet
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the pig had to run, he didnt want to die like his brothers and sisters. he would live in honor forhis fallen family, orbe the next familys decision in bacon. cages and loud squels, machinary stripping animals of their dignity, the courageous pink creature,went and dashedlike a leopard in the night, to freedom,
a tunnel of white light, leading to doom, or destiny,
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“ill find you, and i know the secret. when the time comes, monster will meet their end, only fools will dare to go beyond the other side, to observe the rock from a chantly distance. a rotation of energy, the circle living to complete to cycle. CCC”
the McDonald bathrooms are different in Japan
Me Mii
