in my photographic vision class we had to go out of class and find an object that we were able to take and tell a story about it. i found this flier for upcoming plays. how i came up with my story was that this flier was the only left in the box and that's where my story begins....
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| Once upon a time... there was a lonely flier that was wanting a friend and someone to come to the plays that it was advertising... |
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| one afternoon, there was a boy who happened to stumble upon the flier.. |
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| he picked it up |
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| and began to read it... |
the boy fell in love with it. they became best friends. just how the flier hoped would happen. the boy and the flier became best friends and attended the plays together.
THE END.
kinda corny... but i dont care. so deal.
xoxo
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