The chest in the middle of no where.
There was a chest called Gmumg. He was as black as the black whole, and as hard as a boxers punching bag. He was very lonered, no one ever came to see him or even went 1km near him. Gmumg was very sad like always. Right in front of him all the time there was car tracks. that is when he was little. He fell off the car and hit his back on the hard ground. They abandoned him, but he is all grown up now, but only and move one center meter a year.
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