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(I remember reading about it on wikipedia a few months ago.)
Granted, now current fairy tales are violent and they scare little children. Every night before you fall to sleep, you hear all the children on your block scream from the frightening nightmares they got after hearing about the violent fairy tales. (You can always by ear plugs.)
I wish I knew what to do about my current situation.
Granted, but you are so happy, tears come down your eyes and everyone thinks you're sad (put this and this :'( together to make something like :'))
I wish the real expressions on people's faces looked more like the ones in cartoons (It took me a day to realize that my sister was crying and not laughing :-[)
Granted, but now everyone thinks you have a rare exotic disease and they stay away from you. You are now quarantined. You live in a bubble until you are regular again. (Like Stewie had to on Family Guy.)
I wish I knew what to say to someone so they don't get offended.
granted, but you spent the whole time at the bottom of the ladder and feel humiliated from it, even though nobody cares (most people in my school actually call swimming a waste of time)
Granted, instead you were awakened by 3 ninjas who were in dire need of a battle. You fought and conquered, but you got no sleep at all that fateful night....At least you get to keep the swords....
Granted, but you are being stalked... And tomorrow, every time you go somewhere, some person you don't know shouts 'we know where you live!' (that can get worrying after a while)
(I know a kid who has diabetes. His name is Jake. I feel bad for him. )
Granted, but so can I. We constantly stop and unstop time and screws it up for the other. Then, we get into a battle. Winner keeps their time powers. ^_^ I win the battle. Muah ha ha....
granted, but psycho monkey happens to be in your street when you come by, he steals the whole essay and rips it to shreds like in the 'night at the museum' scene
I wish my cat would stop sitting on my keyboard (I nearly turned this post into an endless number of e's because of it)
(what is a herpetologist anyway? Something to do with herpes?)
Granted, but now everyone needs your herpetology skills and most of your time is taken up answering all the mail and phone-calls that come to you from across the universe every single day.
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