Two year ago, I was looking through my old year book with my little brother, When I saw my old friend Nicholas, He died a few months ago.
Brother: I know him!
Older Person: How?
Brother: He's the little boy in my closet
I closed the book, ran into the kitchen, grabbed a lighter and ran outside.
I then placed the book on the ground and burned it.
My brother says he misses his friend, and his friend siad he'll be back one day.
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