A short story: The Keys
One day I lost the keys to our house. I was very frightened. My mother came home and gave me some new keys. But I wondered where my own keys were. I knew that I always had them in my bag. It had never happened before that I lost anything as valuable as my keys. Suddenly I remembered something. I ran back to school. There my theacher said that somebody had returned the keys. I was very releaved.
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