A Trip to the Museum

One time, I went to the National Archives, when I noticed a Declaration of Independence replica laying on the ground, curled up. I decided to buy one, just for laughs. I took it over to the clerk, and bought it for the regular price. When I went home, I unraveled it, and touched the paper. I noticed that it felt like somewhat burned paper, not the plastic stuff they covered over. Then, I was terrified so much, I called 9/11.

It was the National Archives' Declaration of Independence.

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