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Jack was so sad.
He had lost his bread!
A big seagull, Who was probably Pulitzer stole it from him!
The seagull even yelled "Mine!" as it stole the Bread.
Now he's crying.
His poor bread is out there sad and alone.
He was crying on the rooftop for his Bread.
Jack had paid 2¢ for that bread! It was expensive. And the seagull stole it!
He was never gonna eat bread again he swore to himself, he was never gonna eat again.
He cried himself to Death because of that seagull.