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The dot was a little girl. Her name was Mary and she was a living dot. Anna went over to the girl and smiles sweetly. "Hello."
"Hi." Dot waves at Anna with a small tiny wave. She was scared of this person she did not know. Why is she taking to me? Why is she looking at me funny?
that dot did not care about anyone. all these dots around us are like flying disks of nightmares that we cant stop and that not one person can save us from. if one person could save us from this dot then we would be set but no one saves us! we all need help because this dot is going to hurt us!