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Chapter 3

 

We’re still on Earth…

 

Hazel: “Frank, where’s your wo-? Oh, right.”

 

Hazel: “FRANK, WHERE THE HADES DID YOU PUT YOUR FIRE-?”

 

Frank: “Hazel, battle.”

 

Hazel: “Oh, right.”

 

Hazel: “Frank, did you find a new place for your wood without me?”

 

Frank: “Hazel.

 

Hazel: “Right, battle.”

 

Frank: “HAZEL! THANK THE GODS! I CAN’T FIND MY WOOD! HAVE YOU SEEN IT? I AM HAVING SUCH A PANIC ATTACK!”

 

Hazel: “Frank, battle.”

 

Frank: “Oh.” 

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I am Daisy, a poet, an artist, but mostly writer and hopefully a deep-sea diver later in my life. I like writing, but most of my poems don't really have meanings, like a song with no words. I hope you guys like this.

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