For Samuel Bear, with the eyes.
Samuel always was a different boy. His parents had noticed right away, but they didn’t know what could be done to prevent it. When Samuel was just a few months old, there was a ghost that stood by his cribside while he slept at night, and would occasionally cover him with another blanket. When he was two, he played with a little boy who had been dead for nearly 50 years. They stacked blocks together, and chased each other through the house. When Samuel was three, he told his mother about his last mommy and how he had had to bury her in the backyard because she wasn’t nice. When he was also three, he made friends with a man who had been shot to death on Samuel’s first birthday. The m...
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