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He pulled the curtains back and peered through the window. The streets were quiet. Empty. Everyone in town was gone save for him. He had not been invited to either funeral. In fact, he'd been asked to stay away.

Fine. He'd show them. You don't want me at your funeral, he fumed, then you can't come to mine.

He looked at his phone.


It refused to ring.





The End.
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CD-B2 Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
That is the end I'd love to see for this clown.
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