Once upon a time in 1688, the boy named Wilson Vary was born in Toronto, February 26th. He died in California, May 7th 1763 when his age is passed 75 years old. He has a tiny book called diary. He started writing diary about 1699. His friends are confused with him but actually diary is first and last from life. And so, he tried to wrote about all happened in that day. Everyday he always writing diary. Her mom wants he wrote in big book, but paper is too expensive in that century. So, he made a small paper and mix it to big paper. Well, it’s not a good idea but he wants share his life to the peoples too. What’s life, is it life like a game. Peoples can commanding his diary immediately and so he can changed his mind if something wrong with him. All peoples called him “tiny head”. Because he had a tiny book called diary, and he always think about he wants to write in his diary with his head. ‘til in 1756, he get an American award “the best writer and experience competition” when he was 68. But his friend William John is jealous with him. He wants to get an award but he can’t because he said “ Wilson is a liar, he lied about his good experience, and he’s not good writer! He’s so suck..”. ‘til 7 years later in night, Wilson sleeps next to his award trophy, William steeled his trophy, his tiny book, and killed him with 5 knives. Well you heard that is so scary right? But it’s true. And 5 years later police knows who steals Wilson’s trophy, his diary and killed him. The answer is William. Then, William must stay in jail about 5 years and killed him after he stayed. Finally, Wilson’s trophy and his tiny book called diary leaved in 7th avenue street, CA San Francisco.

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