I was in the library with my dad. There was a killer out on the loose. My dad was figuring out how many people would die. He had it all figured out. When he wrote it out I read 42 million would die. Not too bad, but then he told me that "no, that's 42 billion." I went into a mental breakdown. There was a cat meow. So my cat was the killer. Worse.
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