Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Homeless Part 2

         I'm glad Will didn't die. The wolf, Will, not my brother. If he did, I would never forgive myself. 

         I loved Will. He was a good kid. Well, except that  day he put ice down the back of my shirt, and when he did the-hand-in-a-bowl-of-warm-water trick. That sucked. I really miss Will. You probably want to know how Will died.


 

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  3. Yes, I do want to know.
    -Esther

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  4. i love how you do that with your storys! there great

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  5. i can tell it is going to be a great story keep up the good work!
    ~jojo

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  6. How???!!??!!!?
    -speedy gonzales

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