Alone, all alone in the abondond shed. No one has been there for years. Nothing has been touched there for so long. Nothing had been thouched. The rusty wet tools and items wasted. The abonded shed felt as if it would fade away with the loneliness smell of sadness. As I stepped into the lonely shed I felt lonely. Rusty locker doors screeched as the freezing air brushed against them. The sent of the shed smelled as if nobody had been there for years. The buzzing sound of the light rang in my ear. The feeling of the shed would make you feel alone and impacient. Frustaration will fill your mind. Tools decaying away because they haven't been used in a long time. The sad and cold feeling remains as the shed fades away.

Alone, all alone in the abonded shed. No one has been there for years. Nothing has been touched there for so long. Nothing had been thouched. The rusty wet tools and items wasted. The abonded shed felt as if it would fade away with the loneliness smell of sadness.

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