BORIS-Randomness Trois

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A cold day in December, Christmas Eve, everything was so festive and happy. And here I am, treading the familiar path to the towns cemetery. Pushing open the snow covered gate and entering the field of stone flowers, I removed the daisies I had bought before I had started on my way, then trudged through the ankle deep snow to the grave I had visited many times before. I gazed down at the headstone, the engravings on it blocked by snow, but I knew whose it was. I sighed, smiling a bit. "Hey, John. Hope you're doing okay. It's Christmas Eve, and Rose, Jade and the others promised they'd all come over tomorrow, but Rose should be at my place when I get back, she had an earlier flight. She, Jade, Jane and I'll be coming back again tomorrow, just thought you should know. Oh, and as you can see, I brought you flowers, here," I stooped, picking up the wilted flowers I had left a few days ago, and set the daisies down in their place. Before straightening up, I brushed the snow off the front of the headstone to read the words I had had carved into it. In the moonlight, it was sort of difficult to read, but I'd seen these words countless times before, hell, I could recite them by heart. 'This stone marks the last resting place of Johnathen Egbert, 4/13/96 - 10/27/17. He was loved until his final breath, and he is still loved, always remembered.' After reading the words a few times, I sighed, and stood back up. I started at the grave for a while, shivering and pulling my coat tighter around me as a harsh wind blew by. A rustling above me, then a pile of snow fell on me from a tree branch. Brushing off the best I could, I laughed softly, "Guess a Pranksters Gambit never dies, eh, John? You got me again," and I wiped my eyes from behind my shades, the tears warm against my cold cheeks. "I miss you, John. I miss you so much,"