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there i was standing in the middle 
of the tall trees, waiting for my sister
to come and find me. 
this was our game, but i was good.
she could never find me.
after waiting so long, i gave up waiting.
she was at home eating dinner!
and she ate my food! but mom saved me
some, "i dont like that game!" says my sister.
you dont even know!
Posted: 2005-02-20 04:11:24 UTC

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