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The boy

by bunny0

What are you afraid of? Oh, nothing sir. Surely, everyone is afraid of something. Yes, sir. I am afraid of the dark. Of the dark? No, more of what is in the dark. What is in the dark is most scary since you cannot see. Does that count sir? silence Of course. You, young boy, are brilliant. Sir? What are you afraid of? Me, oh I am afraid of dying. It means my life here is done when I felt it just got started. I must go sir, have a lovely afternoon. The boy skips away from the old man. The old man smiled, stood up, and walked away. Nearby, a woman said, That boy is crazy, talking to that old man's grave. Why, he's been dead for over twenty years.
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Feb 13, 2018
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