The Grave

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It had just accord to me that I haven't visited Jacob in over a month, I decided today to visit him. After all, it's his birthday today. I walked down to the grave yard after school and the gates seemed to be open, which means someone else must have entered. I walked in and made my way to the tallest tree which was now bare from fall. Leaves hid his grave so I pushed them out of the way. The flower wreathe I had put before was now a pile of dry leaves and petals with dry stems.

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