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My Best Buddy
Matt, Age 12, Palmyra, NY

My best buddy
Since kindergarten
He went away
It was like losing a dog
I missed him
Every night for two years
I cried
My mouth was sour
My tears were prickly
As they crawled down my face
My room smelled like
Rotten grapes
My sight was like fog
In the darkness
I could hear my tears hit the ground
Like thunder
Then he came back
Closer
My heart started beating again.

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