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The Neverbelieve forest

In the land of Neverbelieve, I heard the footsteps of a magical creature crunching the leaves as it went through the scary, dark forest.

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I felt the tickling legs of a spider crawling up my leg as I was sleeping in the large, spacious treehouse. 

 

 In the land of Neverbelieve, I touched the gate  of the Graveyard as I ran past as fast as I could while I was getting chased by an exotic bird .

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I found an old, abandoned plane that was as old as the World war one aircraft that crashed into the huge forest.

 

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