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Wie ein Bock stinken!
*screams*"Deustchland " wrote:
Once I was laying in my bedroom in the dead of night. My house was so still, it was in comfortable. I didn't want to stay awake or even fall asleep. The brightest light in my bedroom was my flashing alarm clock, which read "3:15". I watched it in attempt to clam myself but it just didn't work. I herd the front door open and my head snapped up, a whimper herd from me as a hugged a pillow agents my chest. I forced myself out of bed and peek over me door frame, the door was still closed.
Long time ago.... Before you reat grand parents were born, was a boy who loves riding horses. He was so happy when he seen a horse. A horse kiled hime and his gohst came and from this day on he was always the gohst of HORSES. Where is thsi gohst? It is in Washingotn D.C. Sike its not real story but yea
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