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Over the years the story has been twisted and bent to make it make more sense and scare people out of there wits however I, Paco Gaweemill (gah-wee-mill), have the true story. Even though it happened thirty years ago I still remember the incident plain as day. It was the year 1970 and I was almost out of High School and love, peace, drugs and a few other things dominated the social landscape. I was seventeen and not in to this type of thing therefore I was considered an outcast and disliked by those who believed in experimentation with various substances. Due to the fact that I was not out experimenting I had a lot of spare time and in my spare time I had taken up an apprenticeship at a local bakery. Every day I would come to work at about seven o’clock where Mr. Binks would be waiting to greet me. He seemed like a perfectly nice man to me and almost everybody agreed with me except Mr. Jillumeinetia (jill-ume-ine-tea-a). Mr. Jillumeinetia was an old man who lived on Stony Ridge in a rickety old termite infested shack.
Approximate Word count = 760
Approximate Pages = 3
(250 words per page double spaced)
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