"Where's...where's dad? If you're real? Where is he?"
"He should be coming home from work any moment now."
"No...no he's dead. Dad is dead. And you're dead too. You both were killed. Stabbed right in front of my eyes. I was 14."
"None of that. Hush now and go get your brother."
"Brother?"
"Yes. Now...Andy?! Get down here for dinner."
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Short StoryUnknown: Hey peaches, I'm in love. And you're the lucky winner. Love is beautiful once achieved. But is love as real as it may seem? A/N: I wrote this when I was 12. Have fun with that.
