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Unformatted text preview: tombstones. I made a graveyard. One time my brother caught me taking a few caps to use. He immediately grabbed my neck and demanded to know what I was doing. I couldn’t really think of a good lie so my only real choice to tell him the truth. I lead him back behind the oil shed and showed him what I had spent the last two days making, a burial ground for bugs. He took a little while to react but I could see a slight grin coming across his face. “You’re weird,” he said. “Find your own bottle caps next time.”...
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This note was uploaded on 10/24/2011 for the course WRD 201 taught by Professor Staff during the Fall '11 term at DePaul.
- Fall '11