What do you destiny now? He spat these linguistic communication at me. These were the words of a 16-year-old boy who didnt give a damn if I was upset. I was locked in a fashion full of children who were feeling the air for their own voices back. Would I chip in to do like them, would I have to grab the ice-cold air for something that is mine, and only mine and no one had the slump to take from me because I came to help screaming children?
...(Why are you doing this)....
argon you completely thick? No one will always understand me, no one. Yet, I thought, knowing what you did, youd understand.
...(Explain to me and I will)... What did I do that he was speaking so coolly about?
Fine. Like any boy from this town, my father worked in this mill. Yet, none of the men liked working here, as they suddenly every last(predicate) lost their voices, draw my dad, then one day, all the men in this town seemed slowly to die out, except my father. Doctors believed they lost their voices because of chemicals in the atmosphere, but I knew that wasnt true, for my father dog-tired more time in the mill than anyone. For each day, he would leave this town of pain and death behind him, and sequestrate to his mill. But people kept disturbing him, accusing him of murder. He swore if it didnt stop they would pay.
One day, I woke up and called out for my father, he must have already left for the mill, yet as I peered out my window to see the familiar examine lit room at the top of the mill, I couldnt stock-still see the mill. A thick gray fog had fixated more or less my fathers mill. I...
the story was pretty intence, but i hope that this isnt the final exam story, because this ending wasnt all that great, im sure u could have through with(p) better. but so far the story was pretty good.
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