i was doing backflip down the sidewalk when

i was doing backflip down the sidewalk when
when I over-rotated and broke my tail bone.
i started to cry and ask for help
but no one would listen to me. Why tell me why, why they just tured and walked away. Left me there all alone with him dying in my arms. What was i to do then all of a suden it came
to me . If I ran to a magical unicorn and gave him chocoberries , for sure my poor dying friend would come back to life ! The only thing preventing me from doing so was
that it was the last bowl of chocoberries. I love cereal. LOVE. My dying friend and the unicorn, well I like them. I at cereal and watched them die, which almost
gave me a feeling of watching a soap opera on tv. Especially the unicorn took his time and added plenty of drama to his dying moments. My friend died with a reproachful look on his
face as he took videos of every last breath, litterally. Someone would find his video and post it on YouTube. His hiers would become famous. The unicorn recovered. His book
would become world-renowned for its excellency and wit. The unicorn just knew in his soul; this was it. This was his giant break. He would finally be able to ride rainbows like
he could dash across their sparkles at twilight like a pink pie in the sky, dazzling all with the beauty of rarities, the apple of every jack & jill's fluttering eyes, shy no more.

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