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Ken always came for breakfast

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Ken always came for breakfast

I was twelve- Ken always came for breakfast but he didn’t show up. I went up to his room to see if he was OK. He wasn’t. He had shot himself through the head. His false teeth were in a glass. Pictures of the liberation of Aushwitz on the floor.

 

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