I Went With My Best Friend To Our Childhood Hangout Spot, And We Really Should Have Just Stayed Home

“Daniel,” I started to plead.

“Don’t try to beg to me now Kevin. You forgot about me years ago.”

He nudged me closer to the door to where I could see the splinters in the wood in my vision now.

“What the hell were we supposed to do? You did what you wanted.”

“Open the door.”

“Come on Daniel.”

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