English class journal entry from 7 April 1992:

I’m selling candy!
I’m selling candy!
Candy!
Candy!
I hope nobody steals my candy.
That would make me maaaaaaad.
I’m a dangerous man if you steal my candy.
I’m your worst enemy if you steal my candy.
If you steal my candy, you can consider yourself a dead man.
I’ve got connections with the Beavercreek candy mafia.
Stealers of my candy will not wake up the next day.

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