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“The stones on the walkway were smooth and rounded…” 

     The other day, I was biking down my street, when I heard a small crash, followed by a long yowl from the alleyway down south.

I poured the tea into our mugs, watching every drop fill the mug up. I felt the sun’s rays glaring down on me, burning my clothes and skin. I could faintly make out my friend sitting across from me, staring at me.

Cross T. Bones did not have a “boring” life, no matter how much his best friend, Skelethan J. Tonnes, otherwise known as Skelly, said. Being a receptionist at the D.O.A. Studios was not a horrible job. At least he wasn’t operating upstairs.

    It wasn’t supposed to be like this. After all, Dad promised that it’d be a short walk. It’d be over soon.

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