I drew a stick person. It's a stick person guys.
I'm bored, so I'll write a poorly written story with no revisions.
Once, there was this guy. He lived in poverty, and had around seven other siblings. They all ran around the house, and life was completely chaotic, and he had nothing to do except eat fried chicken. One day, this guy (lets call him Timmy) decided to join a gang. Timmy was a horrible person, so he got accepted into the gang immediately. What a great person.
Timmy's first job was to deal some magic candies to other gang members. To hide them, he put the candies at the bottom of his KFC bucket, and left them in his room. Unfortunately, all of his seven other little sisters came in and shoved food into their faces, and ate the candy as desert.
Timmy came home soon later, and noticed his siblings acting funny. It seemed like they had too much sugar or something, or that they were using too much of their imagination.
Well, to make this horrible story end, all of the kids jumped off of the roof because they believed that they could fly. Then Timmy got shot because he didn't complete his deal, and his parents committed suicide because they just lost all of their children.
But don't worry, it's all for the better!
I should probably say something productive now:
If you memorize all keyboard notes in Hz, you can become more specific with which note you mean, and be cooler.
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