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“Ash, I miss you…” he said to the grave. He then stood up and walked off to the gate again. He walked out through the gate and then passed the mortuary and kept on walking. Today was not a very happy day, instead one of those days where you just want to crawl into bed and sleep until the morrow. So that’s what he did, although he wasn’t tired his prescription insomnia medication would help him sleep quickly and deeply reaching the REM state he wanted.. Again, no one else was home. It was Tuesday morning his father should be at work and Salem himself should have been at school. But on his way back home he became lost in thought and an idea came to his mind. Maybe if he was asleep then he’d dream and maybe just maybe he’ll see either the spider or Ash. That’s what he wanted was to be with his only friend. He tried to sleep, but for an hour he could only lie in the darkness trying to sleep. Finally he dozed off.
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