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Post by Shamequa Lindo on Jan 30, 2016 1:49:26 GMT
Dear Diary, My father gave me away to the first man he seen thinking he is the right one for me. When I finally seen him he gave me an uneasy feeling in the pit of stomach as though I can't trust him and he isn't right for me. He asked me to visit him and by not being rude I agreed. As I walked through the woods a little bird said to me, "Turn back, turn back, young maiden fair, linger not in this murderers' liar". Instead of listening I ignored the bird and kept on going to explore each room until I reached a cellar and an old lady telling me I'm in danger and I'm the wedding feast.
Towards the end I became smart by proving my point that my bridegroom is a cannibal showing the guest of my wedding of the other girl's finger he killed.
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