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Sentences by Anna Kitts2/16/2020 Besides Emma’s continuous alarms and Mary Ella’s bird alarm, the rain woke me up. Emma and I feasted on butter and toast.
Full of beans and eggs, my group blasted to the British Library. We devoured every single book and the Magna Carta. Owen and I confronted all the British students and old wanders observing the artifacts. Mr. Morrison located a meat pie for me. The Hotel ripped out my heart because the microwave was “clients only.” The Holy Lord blessed my tummy with a Chicken and Leak Meat Pie. I adored her, my meat pie. Lelia’s grandparents, the Egyptian mummies, posed for our Instagram posts. I licked a veggie burger because it could never live up to her, my meat pie. I cried, more. Finally, I stretched my legs. I want to master my split. Comments are closed.
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