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there is this human. Every other second that passes he changes into a shark. Every other step that he takes towards me he becomes a shark. A shark that lives on land that lives under my bed. My bed draped in cotton red covered with feathered pillows. My walls are white and un-decorated. The most interesting object in my room is this shark that lives under my bed. Or is it a human. I am standing barefoot in my room. This sharkman-manshark starts to run towards me. HumanSharkHumanSharkHumanSharkHumanShark every other second. The human in him is scarier than the shark. He is ugly with jagged teeth with eyes that say nothing. The shark – I like the sharks features. I cannot move. The boy that lives across the hall tries to help me. He gets a bucket of water and pours it into the room. The room floods. I watch the shark drown and die. I am sad. Thats not what I wanted but I didnt say what I wanted so ideas and motives were misunderstood. I just watched as the water filled the room and turned the white walls blue. He thought I was in trouble but I wasnt. I wanted the shark to come near me.

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