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One time, our house was empty, and I didn't have any toys with me. So, I used some balls of lint as figurines.

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At the height of my story, the protagonist died, and as if on cue, a small breeze gently lifted up the ball of lint into a sunbeam. It was as if the universe itself recognized the importance of the protagonist's ascension.

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Soon after the repo man brought back some of my toys.
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