A story writen by katie The orange

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The orange was lonely. he had lost his cutie. I am sorry I am too beautiful for you. the sky was purple and he was smelling the sweet sound of cake. cake. this was the word that never gave up on him. the chair ate the orange and soon he was gone. the end.

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