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Monday, May 26

Once upon a time, there lived a girl. She was neither pretty nor intelligent, but just a very average girl. Although she had no exceptional qualities, she had everything a person could ask for. Riches, a nice family, friends, a nice big house to live in. Yet she was not happy. She wanted to be pretty and talented and be the envy of others.



One day, she met a man smoking outside her house. The man called out to her and asked, "I have a bargain for you." There was something mysterious about this person that she couldnt place her fingers on. Perhaps it was the confident aura which the man emitted, she felt inclined to answer even though her parents had always taught her never to speak to strangers.



"What bargain?" She asked, unable to resist.



The man smiled a knowing smile, "I know what you want, and I can give it to you with no strings attached."



"Really?" The girl was unable to believe her ears, but she knew there was no free lunch in this practical world and she began to get wary of the man, which was a good thing because this man was, in actual fact, the devil himself.





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I really don't know what made me write that. It just came into my mind and being bored out of my wits at home, I just wrote whatever came to my mind...




I hate staying at home.




Im off.

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