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You carefully knock on the door, your knuckles tap lightly on the polished wood. After a moment of waiting, you hear no answer, disappointed you decide to leave. Suddenly a high-pitched voice rang violently in your ear.

"Come iiiiiin!"

You shuddered, knowing that it wasn't right to go in. That was my aunt. Yes, I live with my aunt, my very high-pitched voiced, always-knows-the-best, purple nail polished aunt. How can you stand her? How can I stand her! Welcome to my story, pal. Not pal? Oh, buddy then. Not buddy? Fine, stranger. Yes. Welcome to my story, stranger.




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Although, I don't see my aunt that often, she is usually at a beauty salon or at a hair dresser. Or out shopping, you get the point. Where do we get the money? Oh I forgot to mention. My uncle, and personally, I love my uncle, he works as a diving instructor. He gets $80 an hour on AVERAGE. Everybody say WOW! WOW!



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Do I have friends? I guess I do. I have a cat, a dog... huh? Oh...the human friends. Yes, a lot of them. Hm? A girlfriend? Well...I've never considered her as one but I asked her out...twice...Alright, alright. I liked her since the third grade and we are friends but I want to be more. I should stop here.... ninja



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I know, my grammars not that good, go turn your eyes to my interests and hobbies. Staring into space. Now how much of a lesson do I get if I kept doing that? Hmm..I wonder....

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