"Hello! I'm supposed to ask for Mr. Berliner?"
"That's me."
"Hello, my name is Mr. Wibeau"
"Wibeau? Are you related to Jack?"
"Yes, I am his father."
Addi! How's it going mate? You were my least favorite friend ever. I loved making fun of you and it was so easy to get you riled up. You did the same to me, though. But now that it's all over I might as well say it: you're a idiot. In the best way possible and in some weird way our souls seem to be related.
"I am so sorry about Jack. He was a amazing person and he was destined for great things."
Addi don't start like this as well. I never expected you to do it as well. To talk about death people in the most amazing way possible. I'm not an amazing person. Neither was I destined for greatness. Even when I was alive, I never quite understood this thing with praising the dead. Who came up with that? Not every person deserves this.
Heya guys I'm sorry it's been so long but I honestly wasn't really feeling it anymore but now I'm back so we will see 😁
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The Boy Who Died
Dla nastolatkówJack drops out of school, runs away from home and moves into an abandoned building by the seaside. There he feels free. There he makes music; sings and plays guitar. Sleeps, paints and dances around on his own. On the neighbouring grounds he meets...
