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Oh my gosh! This can't be. It hasn't even been an hour since I came home and my egg is already broken. Poor Eggy, I wasn't a good father to him. I have to think fast. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. My heart is racing, I gotta make up my mind. The stamp wasn't that intricate. And I'm a pretty good artist if I do say so myself. I go grab an egg out of the fridge and get to work. Slowly and carefully drawing the "stamp" where I remembered it. I think I'll get away with this.
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5. The trip home was the most cautious I've ever been in my life. If they told me to protect a nuclear bomb with my life, I promise you it would gotten home in one piece. Anyone who tried to dap me up or roughhouse like they usually do after school, took an immediate backseat. From this point on, until I reach the deadline, this egg is my top priority. And no one is going to keep me from getting a good grade in this class. Thankfully no one was home when I arrived. Time to prepare Eggy for safety.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
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