Last night I stayed up really late, and I was really tired. I really just turned on the televison, and there was really nothing on besides the news. I really don’t like the news. Instead, I just laid in bed and really stared at the ceiling. It was boring. Really Boring. I got to thinking about my stuffed animal. It’s a moose. Its really brown. And really little. Its really cool. Really. I got it when I was really little, and it was really the best moment ever. It was my first birthday, my mother tells me, because I don’t remember really back then, but I never put it down. I just walked around the house with it for hours.
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