Chapter Three
[Logan's pov]
So, what now?
Do I check on people?
I don't think I can talk to them.
"Neighbor?"
"Mrs. Curly?"
"John?"
Nope, can't talk to them.
I've thought how people would be like after I died.
It's sad how people only miss you when you're gone.
Oh wait, they still don't miss me.
Is that my grave?
Surprising,
I didn't think they cared enough to bury me.
I doubt anyone's there.
Wait...
Actually, someone is.
-SoftxRacoon
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