Here's a story I like to tell about my friend Jonny....Here it is..
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I was 8 years old, and my friend was 9. We both hanged out now and then, and played tag and all that kid stuff. We lived in the same apartment, so we played with each other. It was really fun.
Then we go to 6th grade, and he moved. So we hardly saw each other. Then that's when it hit me hard.
I came over to do homework with Jonny, but his dad said he was at another friend's house, and he said Jonny said sorry. So I said that it was ok, and went home. It was then that his dad called, and said that his friend's dog slashed him badly when they were playing with their dog. He was taken to the hospital to get stitches. He got slashes across the ribs. Once they stitched it up, I could never visit him. He had a very hard time walking with the stilts. Next day, they put the dog to sleep. I came over to check on him, and to see if he was ok. But he wasn't there, and said he was rushed to the hospital. So I asked my dad to go to the hospital. I heard that day that he tripped on the stair, and seriously injured himself. A week later, he was injured, and was on a wheelchair. He had a VERY hard time speaking.
He then moved away, and that is the last I ever saw of him.
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No I didn't make this up....