• He could'nt help but stare. How had this happen? What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't believe that anything like this could happen. He stared down blankly at the table. From the corners and top of his eyes, he could see everyone gaping at him. They looked as if they had never seen anyhing like him before. He couldn't blame them though. He would have done the same thing if he were they. But still, he wished that they would stop staring at him like that! He shifted in his seat, careful to avoid what laid in front of him.

    "Daniel? Daniel? Are you okay? What's wrong with you? I'd never believe that you were capable of doing that!" Sandy whisperd faintly. It was obvious that she didn't want to get close to him, but she didn't want to turn away as if disgusted with what she saw.

    "Sandy! I'm so sorry. I didn't... I would never... I don't know what came over me!" He lied. "Please, Sandy. You have to believe me!" He pleaded. He resisted the urge to reach over the table, not caring whether or not he touched what laid on it, to reach Sandy.

    "No," She gasped and stepped back, "Whay would you use that?"

    Daniel hung his head. He didn't want to have to say this, but Sandy need to know the cold truth about him. "The truth is, Sandy," he began quietly, "I love balogna. Not turkey.

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    Random sentence: "I love Balogna" given to me by my brother