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When I was young I became friends with a skeleton . I found him in an unused classroom and whenever lunch came I would go to that classroom and pet his nice and shiny head. But One day a teacher found out and got the skeleton taken away. I was crying, I had become quite attached to him , and I didn't have friends anymore so it felt pretty bad. I kept thinking about how he made me happy but eventually I realized something. I didn't need him to be happy because he lived on in my memories. I didn't need the skeleton because the skeleton was inside me this whole entire time.
