I was folding the last T-shirt on Johnny’s bed when I noticed something sticking out from under his bed. Something that looked just like me. Bending down, I retrieved the newspaper with shaky hands and just stared at the picture of us. He kept it. In his room. Under his bed. My heart leaped against my chest. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s a nice picture. That’s all. Don’t read into this. I was completely absorbed in my thoughts when a low groaning noise came from somewhere close by. Dropping the newspaper on the floor, I remained completely still and listened carefully. A few seconds later,
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