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It was a dark and stormy night, filled with what some may cite as fright. I trudged past the thick topiary and began my forbidden foray into the forest faraway. Though I had a sudden urge to slide down the hill near the hall and film my fall, my phone ran out of battery power, thus ending my saga with soured glower.
As I stood soaked in sweat and rain, and drained in the brain, i wondered whether this parable paralleled the perils of digital media. Probably, as all this was for naught. With the ever diminishing deadline dawning indeed, I returned, wetter from weather, faring no better than my peers under shelter.
In conclusion, contemporary camera crews continuously capture captivating classmates clearly, while I barely brought back bread, becoming bathed instead.
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