Sometimes when I make something and it looks different from what I thought it would look like in my head I have to detach some things to make it look right.
Yesterday, I was moving the lawn and I ran out of gas. I went to the shed to get some gas and pour it in the lawn mover. Gas is very toxic and flammable.
Sometimes my brother likes to brawl with me. So do I. Sometimes he starts it and sometimes I do. It bugs me that he is bigger then me and I can't take him down. Some day when I get bigger.
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