The First Day I Was Hite
The first time i was hite i was werring a wight tank top i felt the blows hit me over and over agen then i could smell the hot iron red liqide hit my neck and fall to my shert as i got angryer the blood started rushing doun my shert and i felt my hand rap around a cold stike and one tow three i was up and running for the dore i git to the hospital to save my life
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