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Lola

I sat beneath the table made of glass where I often injured myself from, My choclate aphabet in the boal I ate quicker then someone who hits on a drum, My dad who makes me a ponytail even though he left some bumps. ,,Dad!! Put lola on", I begged my dad, my patience was gone. ,,Sure, but in 20 min we need to leave hun" ,,yes dad." Lola was a little girl who had hair like spaghetti, she was short like me, she must be, she's 9 too. She had a butterfly on her hair sometimes I really liked. And the clothes looked like touched from the rainbow. She got mad a lot, like me when I do. She had a big bro, like my big sister he loves to act like dad. But he always had his hand back of her head, like her I love to run through streets too! He also made her always some cornflakes with choclate hoops. I love choclate hoops. ,,let's go" ,,yep!"

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