Stupid Jack Language

The oak hills caracel shone like a beacon in the dark. The group began to disband as their parents called them over. Jack was still warm from the dancing earlier, his eyes wide with the sugar hie he had achieved beforehand. I put a hand on my son's shoulder, noticing that his new collared shirt had not been stained yet. Ashley would be happy about that.

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