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 "...Kit." I open my eyes. I look at the hooded figure in front of me. "K-Kenny..." He smiled. "You survived. You kept my promise." He holds my hand. "Why? Why you?" He gives me a sorrowful look. "Kit, sometimes God takes people that we care about. He tries to make us strong, able to withstand things. Y'know?" I sigh. "But why did he take you?" I ask. "It was my time, Kit..." He hugs me. "I love you, Kenny." He chuckled. "I love you too."

 I open my eyes. I was at my house. I look at my arms. They had bandages. They had given me Kenny's parka, so I look over at it. A smile formed on my face. I sit up and walk over to my picture album. I grab it, sitting on my bed again. I scroll through photos of me and Kenny. I froze. I saw him and me at the waterpark. I think back, as tears started to form. I sob silently. "Kit?" I look up at the door. "O-Oh! Hey, Kyle..." I choked on my words. "What're you doing?" He asked, plopping down beside me. "Just... looking through pictures." He laughed. "Wanna look through them with me?" A big smile formed on his face. "Sure." A couple of minutes later, we were laughing. "Hah! Remember that?!" I point to Kenny stuck on the rollercoaster. He laughed. "Yeah!" "What're you two doing?" Stan asked. "Looking through Kit's picture album." Stan sat down to the other vacant spot beside me on the bed.

 It was almost time for Christmas. I was sad. Jimmy was gonna be singing his favorite Christmas song. Faith dropped out of school. I look over at Cartman, Kyle, and Stan. I see they were talking to... a turd? I walk over. "Howdy ho, Kit!" I look at him. "Uh... hi." 

 Basically, we went on this really long journey. We went to someplace called Baghdad in Iraq. We almost got killed. "AH! KIT!" I duck from the bazooka's bullet. "HOLY SHIT!!" The sleigh takes off. "KIT!!" I jump, grabbing a hold of Kyle's hand. I am pulled up.

 We get back home. But Santa said to check under the Christmas Tree before we left. I look. "Woah! Haibo dolls!" I heard footsteps.  I turn around. "Mmp mpph!"

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