(adapted from a death cab for cutie song)1
Firs days are always hard. But this is my 100th so it is much harder. The place still runs the same. They still watch us every minuet, they are everywhere. But I'm sitting in the rec room with all the others. Eddie and Johnson are playing ping pong (as always) and Fred is reading his books. I don't know how he can read the same three books every day. And i'm sitting here solving the problems of the universe. They tell me I'm crazy, but they just don't understand that we are all here because of them. Wehn I first thought this I told my teacher, and she said the funny Chalie, but didn't think so. I held it in for many years, but when finally I told someone who matters, the President, they threw me in here. Anyways I've been here for years and this is day one hundred. I've always been like this, but today is different, today she came. She says to me that it is new here and it is nice and quite. She tells me this is the sound of setteling. I guess she is right.2
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thanx but you know what i mean so ill try to do it but you know what im mean still
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nice
Hey kyle, nice story. I've noticed you write "quite" quite a lot. Don't tell me to be quiet, unless you mean "silence", then type "quiet", not "quite".
Here to help, Sal.
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yeah it makes aboslutly no sense but thanx for not killing it too bad
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I have never heard that song before. If I had, I guess I would understand this piece better. I'm kind of confused. I did think if it was longer and more detailed it would be a very interesting story.Thanks for entering! Jinx
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