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 If Only They Could Speak I am trapped in a child's room!. I am doomed!. How I miss my days back at home, with my friends, but here!? I am bullied by enormous copy books. Now I have a cereal stain on my once clean and tidy stomach. Two days ago I was twisted and rolled and smashed into something hairy. I felt sad, I yelled a shriek of pain so loud your eardrums would explode=http:// Because he ripped out a page. One day he yelled at me and said,“You are boring.” It made me feel very depressed because my amazing creator put a lot of work in me. I remember that day so very well there was the wonderful smell of grass and the sound of someone typing and the thing that was being typed was me! Boy I felt so joyful that day. Suddenly something grabbed I felt very scared, that night I had a nightmare it was that someone threw me in a paper shredder. When I woke up I saw my friends Oliver and Huck, I felt so happy, so joyful, so grateful that I was alive and well and at home!!!. The End Article posted November 4, 2008 at 12:10 PM • comment (2) • Reads 367 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments  The writing of yours about If they could speak is very nice.
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