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Poor Little Bugar
I was diggin for gold in my nose one day, but it wouldnt come out it wanted to stay.So I tugged and tugged till it came out, when it finally did i knew it was the biggest with no dout. I held it up proudly on my pinky nail, my friend almost saw me playing with it and i turned pale. I was playing with it for hours on end, then my mom needed a hand to lend. I went to go help her with her trouble, when all of a sudden I started to stumble. My bugar went flying away, and from my sadness i could not stray. I began chasing after my buddy, but i couldnt find him everything was muddy. Finally I found him lying there, and thought he was dry that gave me a scare. So I took him home and put him in a bag, and hid him under my flag. In your mind I hope the story I just told you, does not badly revolt you.
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