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It was quiet late at night, And I snuck over to the door, opened it and counted to four. I ran down the driveway as fast as I could, wishing I didnt have to encounter the hood. I went to my secret space, and grabbed the green sticky substance from my backpack. Grabbed a Potato and Carrot and banana for my utensils, I do not remember the rest of my night, This is why I love my life
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
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It was quiet late at night, And I snuck over to the door, opened it and counted to four. I ran down the driveway as fast as I could, wishing I didnt have to encounter the hood. I went to my secret space, and grabbed the green sticky substance from my backpack. Grabbed a Potato and Carrot and banana for my utensils, I do not remember the rest of my night, This is why I love my life
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
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