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A story about the backyard by Solomon

I see a play structure and everything on our garden and I see other person’s garden and I see a tree and I see and I see every trees and stuff. Maybe a volcano will grow and it will shoot lava. Of course it will. Then maybe a volcano tree will grow. Maybe something harder than lava but not the sun. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe a snake will come. Poison would come. Snake come, poison come, jer jer jum. Maybe if it’s fun enough we can print it out. Everything turned into air. The end.

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