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2:34 p.m. on 2001-12-07
I looked at him, and a smile curled across my lips. He stared back, fear welled up in his eyes. I almost laughed, the look on his face was priceless. But I remained silent and staring. We continued on like this. I smiled mockingly, he backed away in fear. Then I pulled the trigger. ¤¤¤¤¤ It is a good start to a story. But I kind of stole it from my friend's story. See, there was this one kid who threatened to kill us and our friends, so when we had to write a short story for English, she wrote about it, in first person. Now I am stealing it from her. Aren't I nice? She won't mind. My last short story was about this girl who almost killed herself. Then she doesn't. I had to have a happy ending, or they would have thought I was suicidal. I was suicidal... Years ago. Like, two years ago. I wrote the story not even half a year ago. Alright goodbye. x~mE-> i WiLl bE bAcK!!!
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