Yesterday my father gave me a friend, his name was Flat Stanley. He was a nice, flat, and helpful friend. He is a foot shorter than me. When we played together with my small bouncy ball, once it went under the washing machine, but he went under it and got the bouncy ball. After we played with some small race cars suddenly they crashed each other and went every where, some cars went under the sofa, TV stand, and the kitchen cabenet. Then he easily took it. Soon we got so tired that we went to bed.
BY: SIMON
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