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Ennis and Jack- I Miss YouI hope you can hear me
I remember it clearly.
The day, you slipped away,
Was the day, I found it wont be the same.
I miss you.
It was as if you could step into the smooth, parallel rows of the milky way lining the dark sky. The light of the cluster of the tiny stars lit up the entire campsite the two of them dwelled in. The air smelled of pine and night dew. There was one tiny star, hanging in the middle of the crowd of stars, shining brighter than any other the others. He decided to name it their star.
Ive never seen so many stars in such a long time, Jack Twist whispered in awe, running his hands through his dark hair.
He turned to stare at the man sitting down beside him, stoking the fire with a long stick. He didnt seem to want to stargaze that night.
Heck, he never wants to do anything Jack couldnt help but think as he desperately tried to search Ennis Del Mars complex, clouded mind. It was as though every time Ennis spoke, eac
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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