Demon [Finished]

Demon [Finished]

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My friend isn't dead. Nor does he have cancer, at least I hope not. I wrote a fiction story about my best friend. We were the best of friends since kindergarten. I hope we still are. But on the last day of school. When we were in third grade. I told him I would see him next year in fourth grade, but when fourth grade came. And I looked for him. I couldn't find him. I prayed that we could meet again. Or hang out even. And there for I haven't seen him since, but I hope I see him soon. Because he is in my dreams a lot. And the night before I started to write this. I had a dream he had lung cancer and he died from it. So that inspired me to write this. For my brother. Nick
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