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BEN: Im afraid of nothing

Lucius: your not afraid of RED killing you in your sleep?

BEN: no

RED: SOON

BEN: *meep*

*hides behind Lucius*

Lucius: wimp... *walks away*

BEN: wait don't leave me!

RED: NOW >:D

BEN: sh**

*ahhhhhh*

LJ: you hear that?

Lucius: nope *smokes*

LJ: I'm sure I-

Lucius: shut up and take this cigarette

BEN: Jesus H Christ since when have you been able to turn into a bird!

*crash*

BEN: oh my god my video games!

RED: what are you going to do about it?

BEN: RUN

RED: uh oh...

*BANG* *BONG* *CRASH*

LJ: what is happening?

Lucius: BEN getting over his fear...
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It was just a normal day, just me sitting at my computer, more bored than I ever would be. I would always go on YouTube and watch Minecraft videos; so today, I decided to get it myself. My parents would always complain about me being on the computer all the time, so I knew that any attempts to get Minecraft through them would be in vain. Not knowing of any friends who played it, I had only one plausible method of obtaining the game—the Internet. So I opened up Chrome and searched for it. There were a ton of links to pretty legit websites on the first couple of pages, but they always led to...
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I’m not sure why I’m writing this down on paper and not on my computer. I guess I’ve just noticed some odd things. It’s not that I don’t trust the computer… I just… need to organize my thoughts. I need to get down all the details somewhere objective, somewhere I know that what I write can’t be deleted or… changed… not that that’s happened. It’s just… everything blurs together here, and the fog of memory lends a strange cast to things…

I’m starting to feel cramped in this small apartment. Maybe that’s the problem. I just had to go and choose the cheapest...
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