Being strong

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Tears fell as he looked at his feet and wondered why life is sometimes so hard.

He was going to be strong like Daddy said to, and so he dried his face and remembered the good times. 

The dirt. That little spot next to the house where they met. He knew right away they’d be friends, and instantly they were. 

He stopped and closed his eyes for a moment.

No matter how small you are, losing a friend hurts big.

Even if it was worm. That you squished.

   

  

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