garlic bread story

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Once upon a time there was a piece of garlic bread called Loafa she had a very peaceful life, but she was quite lonely.

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One day she went for a walk in the desert, she walked for hours trying to clear her mind. Trying to forget the incident that happened a few hours ago.

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She'd just found out that her whole family had been eaten whilst she was at the library. Soon Loafa found herself lost in the middle of the desert so she walked back in the other direction, since thats what most people would do. Until she heard the ground shake and shake.

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She stopped in her tracks, unsure what to do next, she started running and running but it was too late, the earthquake grabbed her, dragging her under the sand.

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It was the year 2145, Amanda set off on her journey to the desert, she was going to escape this town again. Just like she did every Sunday afternoon, escape the blank white streets of the future town she lived in. Sometimes she would wonder what it would be like to live in the year 2017, but that was stupid.

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stupid.

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That was what the town told her anyway.

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She walked along the soft sand of the desert, feeling the breeze on her face. Until she hit the ground with a thud.

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"what was that" she whispered to herself searching the sand for a rock of some sort. She managed to dig out a piece of garlic bread from the sand

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It looked old, not moldy though.

Strange.

She put in in her backpack and decided to take it to the DNA lab near her house after she'd finished her walk.

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"interesting" The DNA worker said turning to face her.

"it seems to be 145 years old though it hasn't been moldy a day of its life. 

Later that year that piece of garlic bread went viral and ended up in the most famous history museum in Europe.