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Alright, so here's my story: I was walking to the movie theater with a good friend of mine. A bunch of our friendpeoples met us there and went in to see Narnia. I competitively consumed McDonalds french fries with my good friend Alejandro, and puked twice. It felt like an alien coming out my throat, and after I received the bronzed medal(there were two competitors[don't ask]), I ate a banana, which tasted like barf. But I digress from the whole christmas aspect of my adventure. I went back to the movie theater while it was getting dark out. There was a sudden gust of wind, and a piece of paper flew by. I grabbed it, and it was a five dollar bill. I got back to the theater, and had ten minutes before they got out. I was overcome with christmas spirit, and bought a crapload of cookies and a two liter bottle of pepsi. I gave some pepsi and some cookies to the friendpeoples, and started to walk all the way home, a few miles away. On the way, I came across quite a few homelessmen, some of who had Santa hats and bells, along with signs that said "Happy Holidays." I started giving cookies to all those on the streets. They asked me for money, and I gave them cookies, which I'm sure they enjoyed, except those who said "sorry, I don't do drugs. I started to sing(badly, and I didn't say the words, just "ba-Da-ba-dum-dum" and "lalala"), and I sat on a street corner. A man who looked as if he was in, or just came out of college walked up to me and asked if I had his miracle. "No." I said, thoughtfully. "Not right now, but I do have it, and you'll get it tomorrow, if the delivery people don't mess up. You'll get it, though, eventually, no matter what. I'm making sure." He nodded his head apprehensively. "Thanks." He said with a smile. "You're an inspiration." He wasn't sarcastic. I walked home, singing. Also, I'm not asking for christmas presents this year. It's the Zen thing to do. |
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