You watch your mother and father kiss one last time before their ashes marry, just like what happened to all the other parents. You begged them to hide in the shelter of chairs you and Paul built, despite him elbowing you in the ribs. You and Paul snack on your rations of Pixy Stix and lukewarm Mountain Dew until the ashes only blur the sun. Paul asks: what’s the first thing you’re gonna do now that they’re gone? You think about all the ketchup you want to put on your hot dog, once you figure out how to make one.



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