Question

Imagine a rotating fan before you and write a paragraph or a interesting story 100 words​

Answer 1

Answer:

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Answer 2

Answer:

[Dear joy, when you die, I bury you in a matchbox in the yard and stub my cigarette out, pocking the once white pebble dash wall, like the bullet holes in my brother's chest, I see when identifying the body, making sure he's dead and that there's no hope left that it's someone else's brother, yes that I wish dead, and it's that shame revisited that strangles what joy is left, your ghost rising with the wisps from my last lit match and the crematorium smokestack, at a funeral I can't attend, so I bury you in this matchbox instead.]

[I had fallen from the boat when we reached the rapids. They did not return, and so I clung to the safety of the shoreline until night.

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One day I imagined someone would sing of this. I imagined I would hear them. The snake that wound about my waist squeezed out the painful melody. I never tasted so good to an animal once he swallowed me. Inside his winding self I knew the song. I knew melody and verse, but the snake was singing it.]

Explanation:

I FEEL THIS IS HELPFUL FOR YOU THERE ARE TWO YOU WANT ANY ONE YOU WRITE

GOOD NIGHT

HAVE A NICE DAY AND TAKE CARE