Chapter 6 The end?

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We all meet up at breakfast. No one looks all too different. I can remember who's who. I sit between Kyle and Kenny. Across from us is Clyde, Craig, and Tweek. Next to Kyle is Cartman, and Butters. Token sits with Jimmy and Wendy by our other side at the round table. I'd almost forgotten all about Wendy. It all seems so stupid now. I should have never had a relationship at the age of ten. I did a lot of things that I shouldn't have as a ten year old. I still wonder what would have happened if I'd never woken up. My mind goes back to that dream.
Wake up! Please, Stan, wake up!
Wake up from what? I hate those kinds of dreams. They leave you hanging and you never know what they mean.
I feel a sharp pain in my stomach.

"Ahg," I clutch my abdomen, wishing it could reduce the pain.

"Stan, are you alright?" Kyle puts his hand on my shoulder to comfort me.

"I feel sick. I'm not going to eat. It's probably just nerves."

Kyle stares at me with a concerned look on his face as he discreetly holds my hand under the table where nobody can see. After a while the pain has passed, but I can still barely feel it there. I'm a little hungry but I still don't eat. I can't seem to get myself to do so. Everything starts to look blurry to me. The lighting progressively gets brighter and brighter until all I can see is white. I close my eyes in fear of what happens next. What the fuck; did I just die?
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