The Room

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The room was cold.

The room was red.

He parents lay, red, dead. He couldn't do anything. He just sat, he sat and cried. Carl had no other chose but to cry, and hug he now dead parents.

No one new for years. He continued going to school. At this point Carl grew depressed from the death. But, he continued.

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