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A Short Story : The Story Of The Story-A Story?

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And there you have it. That is the story of how I got on this beanbag. But don’t worry, now that you are all caught up, we can both be surprised by all the action that will hopefully come! After 10 minutes of writing, I decided to explore. I got up and walked around. “Where are you going?” Anna asked. “To explore,” I uttered, “what are you gonna do?” “Stay here,” she replied. “Ok, but if you get scared, I won’t be here to comfort you,” I mentioned. “I don’t need any comfort from you,” Anna replied rudely. But after a few minutes of walking, I heard her scurrying behind me. I whirled around and yelled, “Aha!” But what shocked me was that Anna wasn’t behind me. No one was behind me. “Anna?!” I yelled. “What,” she replied from a distance. Before I had a chance to reply, I felt a cold chill pass through my body, and I started to feel icy beads of sweat drip down my back. I froze for a second before I could realize what was going on. When I could move again, I searched for the place that I came from looking at the blackness around me. I found my path and started racing towards the spot I started, my feet tripping over things as I climbed as fast as I could through the darkened, dimly lit basement. “You were just behind me, right?” I uttered. I was sweating now and my heart was beating so fast that I felt like I might throw up. “No, I’ve been here the whole time,” she responded. “Anna, I’m begging you don’t lie to me, I need the truth!!!” I screamed at her. “I

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