Once upon a time, there was my friend, Wendy. You might had seen her around but you didn't quite know her well. She was always smiling. She was always forgiving. Little Wendy never got mad. Nor she ever fought back. When she walked in you knew her but when she walked out, she was soon forgotten. Wendy was nice, but nice had never done her right.
Little did you know what was going in little Wendy's mind. She was sick of this world, this plain and simple life. she was sick of the mid-day sun, the noisy cafeteria with stupid conversations. She was sick of things she cared and also things she didn't.
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