The fire
one foggy dry moning in india a little boy named Bart was looking for a job in fire fitting.
He only had 25 ropey. but the job was 100 ropeys to apply. I have to make moneyhe thought. I could sell my drarwings. Wait some one said quietly. it was his brother eneel. don't sell your drawings because there brilliant. Bart come on thick seriously about this. i now how to make money. you can fixing things. like wort he replied angrily. then weeorweeor weeorweeor the fire alarm went off lets go and stop it but Bart but nothing eneel.
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keep going dom.