My Friend Is Death

My Friend Is Death

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"I do have a friend. He's very shy though. I wish you could meet him", I hold them. "Well of course we can. Where is he?", one asked. "Oh, he's visiting someone right now. I'm sure he'll be back later", I replied. "What's his name?", one asked. "Death"
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"I didn't kill him." I repeated the same line over and over again. He wasn't dead. I knew it. I know that he's alive. "I didn't kill him." He had to be out there, but it didn't matter now. They wouldn't let me out of here no matter how much I begged. "I'm not crazy and he's not dead!" I yelled out. No one answered. I began rocking back and forth. "I didn't kill him."

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