The Site  Rating:   by J G Page 1 of 2   1 I entered the cemetery. Slowly I walked toward the area he'd had been buried in. I reached his grave. It was the millionth time I had come here since he'd left me. I knelt down in front of his grave, and started talking to him, as though he was sitting in front of me, about to talk back. 2 After having a long conversation with him I went home and went to sleep. I never realized I was so high when I was talking I didn't that he was actually there. Oh wait, no I was so high I thought he was there, huh, I guess I'm still kinda high... 3 And then i saw him. It was as if he had never been dead and buried. His skin was a healthy green, and he wasn't rotten! I whispered, "Is that really you, pickle?" The pickle i had loved so long ago opened his mouth and said

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