I'll turn on the radio and listen to rock and roll. Click on it gos. There is to be a tornatoe warning. Click off it goes. I don't have to listen to that. The last time there was a tornatoe warning there was no tornatoe. so there won't be one now. I think I'll go out and play some more. Hey what's that in the distance. A tornatoe! Help! Why isn't anyone saving me. I'll have to get out of here. I'm running but i'm not geting anywhere. Help! i'm being lifted by the tornatoe. But then it droped him and the tornatoe was gone. And he was dead.
The End *****
Thursday, August 17, 2006
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Interesting. First person interior monologue. Clever kid.
Thank you Mr. Pascover. I'M avaylable for adoption, you know.
Maybe, I'm not the one you want taking you to Coney Island.
I woud love to adopt you after I get out of rehab!!!!!! I woud raze you as a good Christinane boy!!!!!
you wood adopt me? Wow! this is better than chrissmas. ill ask my mom if its ok with her. i hope you get out of rehap soon.
You just taught me a lesson I like to hear. Keep listening to the radio. It might save your life!
Dear Mr. Heuser: I bet you have alot of radios. My dad gave me a radio to I go in the basment to lissen to it. It takes about a minute to warm up becaus its an old radio and has tubes. i lisen to country music on it.
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