This is nothing like the stories I usually write. I'm trying to do my homework (diary entry of myself as a child labour victim), but came up with this whacked up piece of literature instead:
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Once upon a time there was a little girl named Gogglioga, She was a very nice girl who was misunderstood because her hair was beautiful. It was so beautiful that her mommy sent her to the mines to bathe the miners with its glorious radiance because it shone so brightly like a star. But the blind mine manager thought she was a man named George and so sent her to work in the mines. In the mines her hair kept getting stuck in people’s pants because it was so long. And so miners suffered from minor cases of itchy bottoms. One day Gogglioga died. The end.
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