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Bill began to sweat as he labored. He first picked up a large flat box and placed it in a truck. This truck went to a large complex where someone picked up the box and took it to mr. rJeo. This man was pure evil, however; he thought he was a good man. He always ended his explanations with "it's what's best for the country" or "I'm only doing this to help my family" or "I'm only in this for power, glory, and riches." mr. rJeo had a multitude of chins, which were constantly moving upon his face in conjunction with the movement of his footsteps. At times, Mr. rJeo would become so pleased with his evilness that a short burst of air would burst out of his mouth in the form of a laugh. It was at these times that Mr. rJeo would learn to love again. It was at times such as these that Mr. rJeo yearned to live again. It was at times like these, tiempo y tiempo again. Oh yeah. Mr. rJeo loved to pick berries in his own personal estate. He would make the most delicious blackberry pies, cobblers, and jam. He would invite the whole neighborhood, running from house to house literally yelling with excitement. He would drag in people from the streets, from busy freeways, from themeparks, from waterways, just everywhere! When everyone was there, he would give them fine, clean clothes and a hearty grin. There would be clowns, games, fun, and food. Oh, the food was delicious. He had fifty cooks, each better than the next, all cooking at once (and it still wasn't enough!) He would buy trampolines for kids to jump on, find turtles for kids to let free in streams, let kids ride his horses and ponies, party like the day was night, eat cheese and drink water. He also was hiding a terrible secret. When he was a young boy, he fell in love with a young lady. He eventually worked up the gumption to go talk to her, and invited her to dinner at his house. When she was driving over there, he fell in the garden where he was picking flowers for her and became entangled in a patch of weeds. She stood at the door, quite sad. This was unlike him, even though she did not know much about him. Sadly, on the way home she was so upset by his absence that she was distracted and a car hit her. She died later that night. When the young mr. rJeo learned of this news, he hid himself in his mansion, never to love or be loved again. He burned his fields of flowers, and swore that he would make life miserable for everyone he ever met again. He never loved again until he found a small brustle of berries that had survived his flames. The story earlier about his berries and guests and such happened several years after that. He never told anyone of his one first true love.