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Chapter seven: How I Wish I Didn't Dread Our Reunion :????? POV

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"Such a dreary day.." I said in a voice only I could hear, one that sounded as if my voice was trapped in a hollow room. "We'll meet again! Some sunny daaayy~," I listened to my oldest son sing while heading towards Las Nevadas. "Keep smiling through just like you always do!" he continued, skipping and changing words to fit what he was doing. "So could you please tell the folks I know I'm on my way!~" he wasn't good at rhyming to say the least but I still understood the motive he had.

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At the pay entrance of Las Nevadas stood Fundy, my grandson, tending to a desk covered in slime. His ears perked up at the sound of heavy boots stepping along the cobbled path. Looking up, squinting, and slowly standing up straight, Fundy's ears lowered; he knew who it was. With a sigh and sad shake of his head he spoke to his father, "How I wish I didn't dread our reunion.. Hello fa- Wilbur.." "Hello! Fundy my son, how are you? Anyway! I'm looking for Quackity! Take me to him please." Wilbur said, pushing his son aside and walking right in ducking under the payroll gate. "You know you're not allowed in without paying!" Fundy called out to his father, who ignored him and continued on to stroll right in. Just becoming more and more disappointed in my son, I turned away and left.. "You truly do make everyone dread seeing you Wilbur... my son... what's happened to you?"

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