There was an old couple that learn to late to never wish an mess with fate it was to late at night they lay waiting for there son to awake they wait for now tell they heard a knock on there front door ah she hears she jumps then the knock on the door grew louder and louder she ran down the stairs as fast as she could her son was crazy decade and gross and smell like mold.bob died.
What an interesting ending, guys. "Smelled like mold." (I'm pretty sure you meant to say he was decayed, not decade. Oops.) Have you evert thought of beginning each new phrase on a new line, instead of writing straight across the page in paragraph format? I think you could really shake it up that way.
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