11-29-17

Dear, BEN IF HE IS READING THIS.

          I'm sorry that I didn't get to finish my sentence. It's just that somebody came into the bathroom while I was writing that sentence. And that person was Ben. Apparently, I forgot about him. Now I'm disappointed in myself because this book is now wet( it was in the toilet btw). It's a good thing that's he's gone now. I  just want to write alone. In peace. With no interruptions from any body.

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Where's Ker and Beus?

WHERE ARE THEY?

DID MY CHILDREN RUN AWAY FROM ME?

Wait...they're puppets...puppets can't walk...

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WHO TOOK THEM FROM ME?!?! 

WHERE ARE THEY?

WHO IS THIS THIEF?!?!

I SWEAR, IF BEN TOOK THEM, I WILL KILL THAT BUNNY( Well I won't kill him. I'm to young to do that.)

IM COMING MY CHILDREN!!!

PAPA'S COMING!!!

*runs of*

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I'm bored.

Thats all I can say.

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Sorry about any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Bai!!!