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Creative Writing: Sour Patch Girl
Sour Patch Girl

There was a sour patch kid, her name was Mandy. She was just like all the other sour patch kids. She did not like being like everybody, she wanted to be different and unique. She tried to find ways to be unique from everyone else but nothing worked.
One day she was eating marshmallows and she thought she should try eating other sour patch kids so she can be giant. So she went to some random neighborhood and starting picking up sour patch kids that she did not know. She starting eating them. It took her a long time to swallow the whole sour patch kid but she did it anyway. After that long day she ended up eating all the people in that neighborhood. The next morning she was 5 feet taller than she was the day before.

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