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My swing was still tied to the arm of the tree when they put it through the cruncher that made mulch. It fell because it was dead for a long time, like dad said whenever he thought so. I asked mom if Spot got scared and ran away and she cried and at night told me everything dies, but she was wrong because I went to sleep and dreamt he was alive.
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Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC
Spot
My swing was still tied to the arm of the tree when they put it through the cruncher that made mulch. It fell because it was dead for a long time, like dad said whenever he thought so. I asked mom if Spot got scared and ran away and she cried and at night told me everything dies, but she was wrong because I went to sleep and dreamt he was alive.
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Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC
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