Every Tuesday after grade school, I had to go to religious classes. One time, I thought I saw a body behind the school and screamed. Everyone came running and the body was gone. I don’t know if there was ever a body to begin with. I would like to think that there was one and I was part of some magnificent scheme. Probably I was just a goofy seven year old with thick glasses and too big of an brain.

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