Authors note: Like that sweatshirt so mach. I where it every week and my mom washes it with care. That is how mach I like that sweatshirt.
Then it was to the store where I waited. Then finally a month later I was bough. I was borough to the poison’s home. Than I was wrapped up and put under the tree. Till Christmas came on the 25 of December.
I waited for a week to be opened, than it was his turn to open a present. He did pick me and I the sweatshirt was opened and put on right away. I was so happy to be put on to right away. That was my journey and I lived with that guy the rest of my life time.
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