Demise
She was young, Brave and only twelve by then, so zealous and keen. She strode in so tired. "It was a blast indeed, coming out on three in the spelling Bee, oh a dream deemed true". Her accomplishment did embrace her beneath and she was overwhelmed. She felt all the mighty in her veins as she jolted the door open.
Jovial about her presentation at school that day, she came straight home earlier than before, literary ever. Mom she called feebly. "Mom! Guess what? ". The mother was astounded, without any expression even words to spit.
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