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At 11:00 P.M., Monday, March 19. I was sitting across a table, facing two high-school girls, not as a father looking at his precious daughters with a loving face, but as a police inspector looking at two murderers with a hard, stern face. "Why did you kill your father by hammering a spike into his head?" I said, the younger one, Hanna, answered first, "We didn't mean to." in a most appealing voice, though...
7 o'clock, I was exhausted from the day's work. I work as an EO or an Event Organizer. This was a magical show with little kids with their snotty little noses singing a squeaky version of "Let It Go" I tried to smile as naturally as I could because the parents were there watching their children with proud, smiling faces. I don't know why my job is like this, but it's the highest-paying job I ever got, cause I literally...
hi, i'm naya and i'm 12 years old. i'm a writer and i play guitar, so ig i'm a guitarist too? thanks for being here! :)
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