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Creative Writing: Why Did He Lie
Why did he lie? Those were the four words I kept asking myself. I found out Jerry lied. He had no mother, he had no skates. So many things were going through my mind, “why did he lie,” I kept asking myself while tears started going down my left cheek. I looked up into the sky being reminded of Jerry’s beautiful blue eyes. I get to my cabin, I look to the right and see Jerry sitting down next to the chimney. Therefore, I asked him “why did you lie?” He didn't respond with a single word. I can see his eyes getting watery.

Next, Jerry gets up with tears coming down his eyes, looking straight down. He walks out with me not knowing to go with him or staying. I then see something next to my dog Luna, it was a letter. My hands were shaking
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