I had a friend who lived near a cemetery.  I use to go to his house on the weekends and play.  I wouldn't go on the weekdays during school because I'd end up staying until dusk and have to cross the cemetery on my way home.  You could see the cemetery from his room.  What kind of parents would do that to their kid?  I lost touch with him but I'm sure he's on death row somewhere in America for heinous crimes.

 

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