I am smelling burning plastic!

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dear me in 2030,

I am smelling burning plastic!!! I don’t wanna die!!!I am in 5th grade. Buddy and Daisy are alive. Lucy died in November. It is January. I like hats. I wanna be a mechanic. I take care of animals. Now take care of the earth. WHY ARE YOU STANDING HERE READING THIS?????? GO SAVE THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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