[conversation in which Sam and Tyler attend Muriel's funeral]
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*sam walks slowly over to Tyler who refused to look him in the eye*
Hi
Hello *whispers*
*Silence befell the two as Tyler still refused to look up.*
Here. *tyler holds it out for him*
*Tyler looks up at him then back at the blanket* Why?
You can still give her something to remember you by. She's here with us in spirit. I'm sure shell appreciate it.
*takes it* thank you
No problem
Oh and um... I'm sorry I've been avoiding you.
No harm done. I understand, really.
*sam smiles lightly*
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*Tyler walks up to his grandmother and places the blanket on her chest*
I know you would've liked this gran. You always had an obsession with homemade things. I wish. . . I wish you were still here.
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Yarn Ball
Short Story"Time doesn't stop for anyone, it keeps going on and on like the string on that ball of yarn." "But eventually it all stops" "No it doesn't. That one may stop but another one begins."
