Hey, my names Doug. I’m 17years old. I’m working on building my own city mad from 22,400 match sticks, 208 plastic people, and 17 train pieces that I got from my grandpa. I can focus on one thing at a time, many other can’t do that. My best friend Andy and I built a tree house 4 years ago. We called it peanut woods because it was behind a Skippy peanut butter factory. One day when we were up there I carved our initials in the trunk. The tree house is no longer there because we burned it down but our initials still are. My father loves his suits he’s where them all the time even when he mows the lawn. Every tie he owns is red and blue striped. He is a professor and has written 14 books. My mom writes crossword puzzles. Her puzzles are even in the New York Times. People at school call me a worm or a loaner and I don’t understand why. I am with my best friend Andy all the time. Andy is an awesome football player, has many friends and is liked by everyone unlike me. Every Thursday I’m supposed to meet with Doctor Eleanor but it’s a waste of $95 an hour.
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