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Welcome to Samarica Stories
an online archive of my writings
Way back in 5th grade, I started telling improvised stories for my classmates. Of course, if they wanted to hear a story, they would have to sing the song, the Samarican National Anthem. It's to the tune of America the Beautiful.
Samarica! Samarica!
God shed His grace on thee!
With curly hair and loving care
And personality!
Alright, now you can read the stories.
All materials copyright � 2005.
Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. Flagrant grammar and spelling mistakes (including but not limited to: dangling modifiers, punctuation misplacement, and abrupt tense changes), whereever present are simply the result of lazy proof-reading because, i mean, who ever proof-reads their emails? freakin' idiot! :c)
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