Mr. Water: A Fictional Narrative

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He frantically breathed his third and last wish, “I wish that my son was dead.” Mr. White sobbed. The knocking suddenly stopped. Ms. White had a confused look on her face. She opened the door only to see her son lying down on the porch on his knees. “I love you.” Her son said. He then layed down on the porch - motionless.
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