My youngest brother Andrew (recently accepted into Rutgers!) found an old story today that he wrote when he was ten. I remember the story well. It is called "The Evil Witch" and was the subject of much laughter when first he read it to myself and my brother Jason eight years ago. Upon re-reading the piece, I recall that it contains my favorite paragraph ever.
"On Tuesday Billy came over. A witch came. She killed Billy and left. On Wednesday I went to the park."
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