By J. Hite
“There was a boy who lived in this house at one time, why do you ask?” The realtor asked.
“Oh no reason.” The little boy replied twisting his finger.
“Well it was a very sad story about him."
“Did he die here?”
“Oh no nothing like that. He didn’t have any friends.”
“Why didn’t he have any friends, was he ugly? Did he smell bad? I know I bet it was that he was mean, and shove people’s heads into their lockers.”
“No nothing like that. He always picked his nose.”
The little boy pulled his finger out of his nose and blushed.
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