The twins had been put on a deserert island on the 21st of March in 122. Posters all around the street were put up, such as "if you find the twins, we will pay 999,99,999,99 bottle caps." They were obviously a scam.
Small children began to cry as the ringing bells called out a funeral. A pillar was built for the young gentleman named the twins. People started tossing roses to the pile, and a carpenter carved a cross on the memorial. An empty coffin lay down with another next to it . A crowd gathered around an old racing car track. The memorial advent had begun. Mourners had brought their onions to make them cry. A small black carriage wandered along the back with a lady with black hair, and they started to cry. Everyone tried not to cry even me, but we all got in a bundle of tears.
There hero's had been killed, and all was lost. One by one, they got a box of tissues each. Everyone looked down in sadness and drew a cross on their chest. And sighed. A red carpet was being painted black because of this.
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