I used to collect stories all the time.
But then some of my friends always told me how horrible they were.
So I stopped telling stories.
If something funny happened,
I wouldn't repeat it because no one cared.
Then I realized that my life was getting really boring.
I had nothing to laugh about because my memory only remembers the things I choose to remember.
Since I no longer told people the pointless stories about my life,
my life was getting stagnant,
I mean I liked my stories,
even if no one else did.
So I started telling my stories again.
Mainly to my family.
And then when I came back to school,
my friend Ang asked me to tell her some stories.
It was probably the best question I have ever been asked.
I'm recollecting stories.
This is too bad for my negative story hating friends.
Mwahahaha.
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