“Okay.” He cleared his throat, his nerves more intense than they should’ve been. “I hated my father, and a few nights ago, he passed away. He was my biggest demon, my greatest monster, and my living nightmare. Still, with him gone, everything around me has somehow slowed, and I miss the memories that never existed.” Wow. His words were few, yet they weighed so much. “That’s it?” I asked, goose bumps forming on my arms. He nodded. “That’s it.” “Graham Cracker?” I said softly, turning my body toward him, moving a few inches closer. “Yes, Lucille?” he replied, turning more toward me. “Every word
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