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So I was walking to school and met a kid named Morrie. He said to meet him at the park at 2:60. When I came, he threw a football at my face. The next day I went outside to eat cheese, but on the porch sat a cat. He began yowling and doing back flips. I knew what this meant. Trent DeWhite. He and I were eating cheese one day when we met Whit. We went and ate cheese together. When I was walking home, Morrie threw another football at me. I told him to stop, and we were chill after that and ate cheese. “So let me ask you” he said, “Is all of this cheese… good…” When I went home, I ate a carrot with cheese and watched nyan cat with my stuffed bunny.