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i got a guitar for my birthday and its real nice but nobody's heard of the brand but it came with a real nice case and cost a real nice lot of money and i ate real nice chocolate cake and now im real nice nauseous and some people at sunday school sang happy b-day to me in spanish
*takes breath*
and now i'm drinkin real nice pomegranate tea which sounds odd but is actually really nice and I found the tabs for "yellow" and got starflyer 59 and relient k's new
CD even though no one but kelsi and me has heard of them and im not sure if that was proper grammar and alan just called me alyssa baggins while crumbling an empty bag that used to be full of tasty bread
*attempts to take another breath, chokes on the pollutants and CFCs in the air, and dies while her brother holds a mouldy package- i take that back, he just held another one in front of me, so two mouldy packages- of lunchmeat, and says smells like fresh rotten eggs*
*considers that maybe that, rather than CFCs and pollutants, is what kills her, because she realizes that scientists indeed are not sure of what they're talking about. Lunchmeat, not acid rain*