ENTRY #4

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I couldn't locate Brice.

I don't know why.

Five years.

I miss him so much.

I walked to a school.

I've only been to one.

The streets are noisy.

Lots of cars.

I saw him.

He was talking to Ty.

Ty is an alive friend.

Ty told him.

Ty told him I was dead.

He looked angry.

Why...?

W-Why?

I-I tried.

I-I t-t-tried to be friends with him.

H-He walked away.

Away.

Mad.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Brice.

I miss you.

I love you.

Come back.

I hate that I'm dead.

Listen to me.

Brice.

Brice.

Bri

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