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Pluto: A Short Story

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"Pluto where are you?" I yelled into the darkness of the forest. The murky bullets fell to the ground fast, it as if a god from the sky was using a gun to punish me for all the sins that I had commited. the thunder clapped every time a tear ran down my cheek, as if I were a pawn in an act. "Pluto please, where are you?" my voice trembled with worry as my mind played dreadful scenes of Pluto screaming struggling for breath in a muddy hole. As I trudged onwards a shadow crept up behind a tree. My mind made me walk over. My heart pounding hoping it would be pluto her dog. Once my eyes swiveled and inspected the eerie spot ;I did not see Pluto. All I saw was a shoe print embedded into the squashed damp leaves. There was someone here with me, I

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