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It May Be Too Late

Menwhile, He was in a lush, green, paradise. He caught 5 fish a day, and hunted a few animals, too. So, he was alright, but he decided it was time to head home….......And, he had eventually had to, because, the most unfortunate thing happened….......
A thunder storm came…......The thunder was loud, it was pouring rain, the winds were harsh, and a bolt of lighting struck the house that he, the old man, and the wife were in-BOOM! BOOM ! BOOM! CRASH ! BANG! BOOM ! CRASH!BOOM!-the house wasn’t built to survive thunder storm like these-there had never been a storm at the bottom of the canyon…........
there were was always good weather there…..every day was a warm, sunny day, with not a cloud in the sky…...
It was too late now…...........the old man and his wife died….......the house was scorched and burned to the ground.

He didn’t die…..although his whole body was scorched and burned…and if he didn’t go to a hospital soon…...it would be too late.

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