(cd's post)
I went outside today with my paintbrush and paper. I decided to paint the scenery. I plopped down into the fluffy snow, when suddenly, i felt something sharp poke my... well you know... my butt. I sprang up and dug around in the snow... nothing was there but fluffy snow. I decided it was my imagination and sat down again and just as before, i felt a sharp poke. I decided to go inside and view everything from the foggy window. Just as i got to the door, i felt around for my keys. They weren't in my pockets and so i concluded that i would be here for 5 hours waiting for my parents who were the only other people who had keys. I plopped down on the sidewalk when the sharp poke came again. I looked around... no one so... i reached into my pants and felt for whatever was poking me. It was my key.
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