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  • There was a boy who used to live next door to us...

    I would often play with my shadow in the back yard. Every day, we would play kiss-catch. My sister would always tell me that my shadow was broken, that it wasn't there at all - ever. Of course, I passed this off as nonsense and many an afternoon with my shady companion was had.

    The boy who lived next door was altogether different. He would take the role of the shadow, cast on the ground and against surfaces; where as his shadow would stand upright - a role reversal. I would often hear the boy's pained moans and groans as his remorseless shadow shifted him about the garden patio. My sister told me to ignore him. She said that there was nothing that could be done.

    Later that year, the boy's shadow passed away...

    ...and, as a result, the boy slowly faded into history with it.
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