My godfather, Jake, is in a play in town where he gets to live out his dream by being a zombie in Night of the Living Dead. Mami and Papi went to a midnight showing last night and they said it was great and one of the funniest things they've seen in a long time. I'm glad I didn't go because I get scared real easily, and also, I would probably have gotten into trouble if I rushed the stage and jumped up on Jake in the middle of a scene. I don't think Choodles make very good zombies.
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