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McGee and the Quest for Apple Jacks

Who’s out of breath?
I’m out of breath.
Are you?
My name is McGee.
My fingers are skinny.
Do you have any Apple Jacks?
Do I?
Do you?
If you do, I’d like to have them.
Then I could go home.
You don’t?
It’s not a surprise.
No one does.
I’m tired.
My feet hurt.
Do your feet hurt?
Do mine?
Mine do.
I’m hungry.
Can I have your Apple Jacks?
I used to smoke.
Do you have a cigarette?
Did you used to smoke?
Do your teeth hurt?
My teeth hurt.
Not all of them.
Just two of them.

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Title by: Maria
Story by: Ryan Locante

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