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I killed Lady Christine. I pushed her out of the window. And I’m not sorry, but surprised.
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This year, I will do everything differently. I never celebrate Christmas. I never did, even as a child. Growing up without loving parents does that to a person, my girlfriend says.
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I carried the heavy bags all the way to the queen’s kitchen. Because of her special diet, her food can’t be prepared with the rest, and her kitchen is under constant supervision.
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Story 47/1001
Hi Santa,
I haven’t written to you in… well, must be over twenty years now. But, I’m desperate.
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From the moment she walked in, I knew who she is. Her short, brown hair with chunky blonde highlights; her troll-like walk; her higher-than-thou head bobbing.
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Alika covered herself with a blanket and sat next to the fire. She never liked camping, and now she asked herself why she agreed to this in the first place.
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Austin noticed the lights at the back of the school. His eyes widened, as he climbed the fence and rushed to the pool.
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It was a scruffy looking thing. Its fur was an unappealing combination of brown, yellow and white. At first I just passed by it every morning, but after a while I got interested in it.
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Mrs. Thompson put the exam papers in a drawer in her desk and locked it. She fixed her glasses and stepped out of the classroom.
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“I’m sorry.” I muttered as I dug his grave. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
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