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    Greetings Earthlings! HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII tis geatth toth seeth u again.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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I like cheese!!!

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    Hi nice to see you again. today you will be reading abut my brothers puking pumpkin! YAHOO HIP HIP HURRAY! alright back to business.

    One  day  a little boy...  No no no  were not making up  this story, were telling about my older brother Alex's puking pumpkin! Oh, oh well. I guess I'll just Write a book instead. Okay you go do that, as long as you're  not wasting my precious time. Alright now, this story is a bit sort but you will like it. Like I said it's called This story Is Called A Little... No It's Called The Puking Pumpkin. alright  then on with the story.

    It was all Hallows eve and me and my family were carving pumpkins on the living room table. Alex was carving, or trying to carve, a difficult rated pumpkin. Oh no, the face fell off! Dad to the rescue! Dad thought (And might I say so myself, He was Quite right.) that a puking pumpkin wold be pretty cool. So he got some of the pumpkin guts we had, and made it like a Puking pumpkin.

 

 

Have you ever had stitches? Well, I have. Let me tell you how I got them.

 

The other day, the day before I got my stitches, while I was getting a glass of water, my cup split in half. Fortunately, it was in the sink, not on the ground. So I threw it in the trash.

 

The next day, I took out the trash and as I was lifting it up to put it in the outside garbage, it split my leg. I screamed bloody murder (except I usually do, so it was no surprise to my parents). But either way, my mom asked, "What's wrong?" I screamed, "Come and see!" She was in bed and she had a head ache, so she didn't want to get out of bed, so she said, "No, come and show me." So I had to limp inside and into Mom's room. Then when I put my leg on her bed, she saw the biggest cut she had ever seen. She quickly brought me into the living room floor and got a towel to put under me. As soon as they got it wrapped up, they took me to the doctor. I had to get 20 stitches. He said that it was the most stitches he ever gave since this guy crashed on a motorcycle.

 

For the next 10 days I had to change my bandage every day and I couldn't soak, I could only shower. I had to do it every night, or it might get infected. Finally on Saturday, I got my stitches out. I was finally able to run and play without worry of my cut splitting open.