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Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm NOPE.
*dies*

FINE! I'll just DIE then, too!
*nearly dies*
*weak voice*
Oh, goodreaders...*wheezes*...l-listen closely....I ....have something....to tell you....
*coughs a bunch*
I-I've hidden....hidden the million dollars...in the -
*dies*

Oh wait!
*quickly revives Rangergirl to ask her*
Do you have a will? Can I have your books? Can I have some money? No, I just want your books. yeah? Okay, I call 'em.
*lets Rangergirl die in peace now that I asked her*

*whips hair behind shoulder* I Know.
XDXDXDXDXDXD

;)

COOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
( Alice ;) I know what you mean. Literally. I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN. You are hilarious.)

:)"
Yes. you can't edit a picture and change it, but you can enter an e..."
Well, I already entered it, so I will just let it be. It wouldn't be fair, since I got the idea from the judge, and all. No, I'm just gonna leave it, no editing.

It's just, for some reason, this story keeps slipping my mind XD it's like it doesn't want to be remembered -
O.O
Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy.

Omigosh, I just scrolled down the page to check if I had any red new icons, and I have 10 :D :D :D :D
I literally beamed at the computer screen.


ALSO
I will specifically go and leave a comment in your folders now. XD"
:D :D :D Really??? Thanks so much!!!

Inside was a number of random objects, but I was just looking for one. I shifted through old drawings, worn down erasers, markers, friendship bracelets, until finally I found it. I drew it out and sat back down on my bed, staring longingly at the small, framed photo in my hands.
It was an old picture of a small girl, only about six or seven, with an older woman sitting beside her. The woman had one arm wrapped around the girl, and her other arm held out, holding one of those small, hand fizzlers you get on The Fourth of July. The blond haired child beside her was doing the same, and both her grinning and laughing silently, the moment forever frozen in that old photograph.
I bit my lip and passed the back of my hand quickly over my eyes. They came away wet. "Mom." I whispered, and let myself fall back on my bed, clutching the frame tightly to my chest.
