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“So, What do you want to do?” Clifford asks George the monkey. “Let’s play with the balls” George said. “Okay” Clifford said excitingly. They ran over to the tennis court and started to toss the balls around. The odd thing was, George was moaning whenever he hurled the tennis ball. George’s moans got louder and louder, Turning into banshee screams. His screams started to deafen Clifford. Clifford brought his nuts and chowed them down. They were almonds, His favorite. Clifford tackled George. Clifford licked his lips while on top of George. He had some slat on them. Clifford snapped George’s neck to stop the screaming. George has died.
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠖⠒⠒⠒⢤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⠙⢦YOU
⢸⠀⠀⣀⢤⣼⣀⡠⠤⠤⠼⠤⡄⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠙⢄⠀WINNING
⢸⠀⠀⠑⡤⠤⡒⠒⠒⡊⠙⡏⠀⢀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠢⡄
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⢀⠧⠟⠁⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⡇⠀SON?
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠸⣀⠀⠀⠈⢉⠟⠓⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢸
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢱⡖⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢸
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⢺⠧⢄⣀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢸
⢸⠀⠀⠀⣠⠃⢸⠀⠀⠈⠉⡽⠿⠯⡆ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢸
⢸⠀⠀⠣⠀⠀⢸⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢸
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⢇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢸
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡌⠀⠈⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⢸