If I could use 2 words and some punctuation to define my life, it would be: ''uh ,horrible''. First, my sister made me look bad in front about, I'd say, 50 people because I wanted to play with only David. Then she told EVERYONE she knew. After that, a really, really mean kid who's name is T-J (I like to call him T-JFK. Like, you know, the President) tried to beat me up and when I outran him, he ran away and started whining that I punched him! My life stinks. It just stinks. T-J is kind of like Sherlock Holmes as in the photo:
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