Don't drink milk on Somerville road

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Don't drink milk on Somerville road

"Welcome to Somerville", says Keith as he cruises past the sign in the fully loaded removal van. Keith just moved here from pilkington isle in the north of Carolina. "Mum", Keith mutters in a tired way, well they had been traveling for 16 hours non-stop.

"Will their be any friends here for me to go with", his mother replies," well darling, I did see some people around here in the 4th grade, but sadly one of them was deceased by some chickens and then rats started eating him right infront of me, terrible sight, I nearly fainted".

2 days later when the reapers had moved in, Keith decided to go exploring, Keith Reaper was a weird young man with a short fuse and a exciting imagination. He decided to go to the post office to buy a carton of milk, Keith always drunken milk, ever since he was 2 years old.

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As he walked down the street people started staring at him in a strange way. Finally 2 boys came up to him, Keith looked up at the staggering height of the boys, they were black with their jogging bottoms down to their waist and pants up to their belly-buttons, a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other.

"Hey shorty", boomed one of the yuppies, Keith recognized they were yuppies from the flick knife one of the boys had sticking out of his pocket, and the way each one started on every person that walked by. ...

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