By Rose Howell
He arrived at the party early, hesitant about what he was gonna do. His nose was bright red. He felt ashamed. No school could prepare you for this kind of work. His mallet and chained mace, hidden in his coat. This is gruesome, he thought. Grabbing his squirting flower, he walked into the birthday party.
He arrived at the party early, hesitant about what he was gonna do. His nose was bright red. He felt ashamed. No school could prepare you for this kind of work. His mallet and chained mace, hidden in his coat. This is gruesome, he thought. Grabbing his squirting flower, he walked into the birthday party.
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