Günlerden pazar,her zaman olduğu gibi . Değişken zannettiğin ama değişseyecek, Çiçek, ağaç, böcek, toprak aynı , Sen aynı ben aynı onlar , bunlar aynı Sıradandı attığım bütün adımlarım, son defa da olmayacak bu yürüyüşüm, Parkta başka bir yürüyüş değil; sıradanlaşandı boşa geçen zamana isyanım....

Suicide. It’s not just another walk in the park. For example, one has to decide if he indeed truly wants to shuffle off this mortal coil. Then if one deems the answer is yes, he will then have to decide how he’s going shuffle off this mortal coil. There is also the matter of one having to choose a specific location where he wants to be found after shuffling off this mortal coil. Note or no note? This must obviously be thought of before shuffling off this mortal coil. And lastly, as in the case of my friend Phil, one has to choose what he will be wearing while shuffling off this mortal coil. There is a lot to think about when shuffling off this mortal coil.

Phil had meticously planned his death right down to the new fur parents for his beloved poodles Lucy and Ethel. I had worked with Phil for many years and he always seemed to be in good spirits and never called in sick. Not even when he had the flu. I don’t know how he made it through that week and how the other seven employees including me never caught the virus. Phil was a tall red headed man in his late thirties who had a long time partner named Brett. The two lovers shared a quaint cottage in the artsy section of town and always seemed quietly happy whenever I would see them at office parties or occasional group dinners. The long time relationship between them had fallen into the categories of contentment and familiarity as many long time relationships will do. I did wonder though if they were still in love after 15 years of togetherness but never talked that intimately with Phil. I wish I had . Maybe I could have been there to tell him no one is worth shuffling off this mortal coil for by your own hand.

It was a Wednesday. I walked into work shaking the wet off my hair from the morning’s rain. I hung up my raincoat on the communal coat rack and went to my desk. What seemed like a second later, our boss Michael walked solemnly into the center of the room . He was crying. His hands shook. As my coworkers and I sat silently waiting for him to speak , we all looked at each other as if to telepathically ask “ Do you know what happened?’ Michael began to speak so softly we all had to scoot our chairs closer to hear his words. "I just got off the phone with Brett; Phil’s partner. Phil has...( Michael crying harder now) passed away.” It was then that I looked around and realized Phil wasn’t amognst us. No one said a word. It didn’t register with any of us for a minute. " What?” said Sheila the office secretary, " What do you mean Phil has passed away?” Michael blew his nose into a tissue and still speaking softly proceeded to tell us what Brett had shared on the phone. Brett had found him and the bottle of prescription sleeping pills. It wasn’t until after the funeral that we discovered why Phil chose to end his life. Brett had ended their relationship a month prior as he had fallen in love with a younger guy and was moving in with him. The mask of contentment Phil and Brett wore had disguised the unhappiness between them. Devasted, Phil pleaded with Brett to please stay and to try and work on their relationship. Brett agreed to stay for three weeks to give Phil time to find a roomate to share expenses with, but for Brett , the relationship was unsalvageable. During those three weeks Phil never told anyone in the office what was happening. He seemed quieter, but not grief stricken. We saw no signs. Brett said Phil had left a note for his parents and another letter with instructions where to bring Lucy and Ethel as the new owners were waiting for them ( Phil had told the new fur parents he was being transferred to a new location for work and couldn’t bring the girls). Brett had found his long time lover laying down on top of the comforter so as not to mess up the bed with a peaceful look on his face and his hands folded on top of his stomach. Phil had chosen to wear a pair of purple silk pajamas that Brett had never seen before but Phil told me once purple was his favorite color as he said it complimented his red hair. I cried for several weeks both in the office and in the solitude of my apartment crying for a missed chance to hug Phil and try to show him he is seen. He is needed. And he is still loved.

My coworkers and I lost communication with Brett shortly after Phil’s death. I think it was too hard for Brett to see us. But I think about him and Phil even after all these years have passed by. I think of Phil especially when I see white poodles or watch a rerun of “ I Love Lucy” ; Phil’s favorite show. I never felt angry with Phil after his death. I felt angry with myself. I shared this feeling with my therapist in a session shortly after Phil’s death. My therapist nodded and said grief is not linear. It will come and it will go . Grief will climb up and then slide down in your body. And especially when dealing with a loved ones’ suicide the question always remains “ Why didn’t I see the signs? Maybe I could have said something; done something. " As my therapist reminded me that day in his office , grief is not just another walk in the park.

“Everything happens for a reason” Don’t you love that saying? There was a time where I didn’t see the problem in this This statement This opinion

But when something tragic happens Your mindset changes You change Once I lost someone who meant the world to me I started to believe that this is one of the worst things you could say to someone

Now I do believe that there’s a place and time for this saying But if you’re going through pain Through grief in any way This is the last thing you want to hear

No matter what you say it doesn’t matter what the reason is It doesn’t matter if there even is a reason It simply Doesn’t matter

If there is a reason for A heartbreak Losing someone Losing yourself Anything

Even If there is a reason That doesn’t make it less painful Because when you say that to me It instantly invalidates everything Everything you’re feeling in this very moment

They make it seem easy to just Let go Move on Like nothing even happened Simply because

Everything happens for a reason

“Heeeey, Jimmy!” How’s the dogs today?” said the sharply dressed woman in the Wall Street pantsuit, talking to the man behind the food cart, in the center of the city park.

“Yo, Ximena! Everything is roses. You know how we do it.”

Jimmy opened the cart, and reached for two Italian sausages. The usual.

“How’s the markets today, boss lady?”

He said, placing steaming onions, peppers, and extra potatoes - Ximena’s favorite - on the Italian style dogs. The smells made Ximena’s stomach growl.

“You up, or you down, today?” Jimmy had talked with Ximena many times before, and he knew her story, like all of his regulars.

“You know, I manage a hedge fund, Jimmy,”she said warmly. “Up or down days don’t matter to me, I make my money in the middle.”

“That’s right” said Jimmy handing the dogs to Ximena. She was a big deal on Wall Street, but in the park she was simply Ximena.

“How’s your daughter, Jimmy?”

“Oh she’s great, we had her college graduation last month, bright future ahead of that girl, she makes me so proud.”

“She studied AI and data science, right?” Ximena asked.

“Yeah she did, I don’t understand all that stuff. She’s taking a break for the summer and traveling with her boyfriend.” Jimmy said.

“Well, don’t forget to have her give me a call.” Ximena took another bite, wiped hot juice from the corner of her mouth, and looked up, casting her gaze across the green slopes of the park.

“A lot of people in the park today,” she said. “Everyone’s looking up. What am I missing?”

“Yeah. It’s a beautiful day, but look at that sky. Something different about it today. Looks all Technicolor, like Wanda Vision. You watch that show?”

Ximena looked at the sky and considered it. The sky was beautiful. It looked like the sky from any other sunny summer day. Except, when she took time to consider it more closely, there was indeed something different. There were strange color patterns in the sky, not in the clouds, and not quite the colors of sunrise or sunset. These colors were more vibrant than the sunset. Like ribbons of color in the fabric of the sky.

Why hadn’t she noticed this while walking through the park? She didn’t know.

It was unnerving. Unknown. It was not a normal sky. There was a sheen to it.

Occasionally …

The sky rippled.

She gasped. It was more than subtly unnerving, and absolutely captivating.

Jimmy noticed her unease, like a poker tell, and Jimmy had noticed the sky ripple too. This had been happening all morning, but only if you watched closely, and it freaked him out, but he didn’t say anything to his customers.

Ximena regained her composure.

“Oh, you’re right … it does look a little Wanda Vision, doesn’t it?” she said.

“There were news cameras earlier, a news anchor lady, and some scientist. They left in a hurry about half an hour ago.”

“What were they looking for?” she asked. Ximena gathered enough composure to take another bite.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s aliens, right?” Jimmy laughed. “Or some weird climate shit, and we’re all doomed.”

“Well it’s New York. We’ve seen just about everything haven’t we? What else could possibly happen?”

A murmur in the crowd shifted their attention back to the green. Most of the crowd she had passed the way to Jimmy’s cart was gathered on the other side of the hill and out of view.

They couldn’t quite make out the words, but the tone implied a complaint, danger maybe. A disruption of focus away from the sky.

Then the crowd slowly became silent.

She scanned the horizon to find a person. There were no people. Ximena gasped again.

Off in the distance, a figure crested the hill, walking in the direction of Jimmy’s cart on the paved path, about fifty yards away.

Tall, gray, and walking with an unnatural gait.

“What the hell is that, Jimmy?”

“Look at that. looks like the Grim Reaper from Outer Space or something.” Jimmy laughed.

The tall, gray figure walked fast, following the path path towards Jimmy and Ximena. It didn’t walk quite like their minds expected, there was something very different about it.

“Oh, check it out. It’s getting closer.”

The figure approached. It was, in a word, dreadful. It had a face like a black visor, with absolutely no features. The walk conveyed a sort of extreme confidence, a self assured purpose, a feeling of … what was it, dominance maybe. And a sense of wonder and curiosity that was, oddly skewed. Curiosity infused with darkness.

It’s arms and legs were clearly strong, but too long, overextended like they were stretched or something.

The figure was muscular - but the angles of bicep, tricep, and shoulder were all off.

“Whoever made this get up is brilliant. Now it’s starting to make sense,” Jimmy told himself. “Must be a movie shoot or something,” he said, laughing.

Ximena heard a little crack in Jimmy’s voice.

Something more primal made her want to run. Ximena de Santos hadn’t run from anything her entire life, she wasn’t going to start now.

“That’s weird as shit,” she heard herself saying, her tone excited, like a kid watching the Macy’s parade. But inside Ximena De Santos shivered just a bit, like a ripple in her soul. Sal didn’t notice, he was too focused on the figure.

“Hey! Welcome to Central Park.” Sal said in the direction of the figure.

He, or she, or it, was now walking past the stand, about fifteen feet away from the cart. It had some type of suit on, not a business suit like Ximena wore, it was something more like what you’d see in a movie, Predator maybe, but without the strange crab face.

Now that it was up close, much to their surprise, it was much, much taller than they expected.

Maybe 9 feet. Or 10. Imposing.

The Banker took two steps back and leaned against the dog stand. Her muscles clenched.

“You going to a costume party, or a movie shoot, or what?” Jimmy asked the figure.

The figure stopped walking forward and it’s foot made a loud clap. They both realized it had been walking completely silently.

Then it turned its gray body towards Jimmy and Ximena and focused all of its attention on them, considering them. It began to step toward the cart.

The air around the figure vibrated. No, scratch that, Ximena thought, the air pulsated around the Reaper. It was like air bent as the Reaper moved through it, changing the reality of air. Ximena thought it looked like radio waves vibrating, if you could see them, and it mixed the edges and contours of the figure and the air around it. Like reality was blurred.

“How do you get your suit to shimmer like that?” She asked the figure as it stepped forward.

The figure said nothing. It was unnervingly quiet and Ximena wanted to yell at it to make it go away. But she did not.

Now it stood directly in front of them, towering above, studying them. Ximena had to tilt her head back to look up towards the figure’s visage.

It was empty. Cold, devoid of … anything.

“Here, have some dogs, on the house. You’re freaking me out with this suit.” Jimmy said in his New Yorker accent. Breaking the icy vibe.

The Reaper looked down at Ximena, and then at Jimmy, and it extended its dark gray, oddly muscled arm and pushed its hand toward Jimmy and the cart, turning the palm of its hand upwards, opening its hand and flattening its figures.

Ximena could smell the figure now, or it’s suit, it smelled strange and foreign to her. Like ammonia, and rot, and something sickeningly sweet, all in one.

Ximena felt like gagging. It was revolting.

The air around the Reaper was deathly cold, and Ximena’s body shivered.

Jimmy set the Italian dogs in its hand.

Jimmy mumbled something about the long fingers looking like Jim Carrie’s hands in The Grinch. Ximena barely heard his words. She was gripping the food cart tightly.

The towering gray, cold and empty, dreadful Reaper lowered its chin and gazed on the Italian dogs in toasted bread resting on its hand, waiting to be enjoyed.

Then the day got much, much weirder.

The hot dogs pixelated - like that black and white mayhem you see on your tv screen late at night when there’s no content running - in the Reaper’s strangely proportioned hand. Except the pixels were in color. Not the color of a hot dog. Rainbow technicolors.

The hot dog blurred. The air around the dog and the color pixels it had become vibrated together. Then the hot dog drifted away, disappearing in a cloud of technicolor pixels.

A sick magic trick.

“What the F was that!” Jimmy screamed.

Jimmy’s body language indicated he was no longer under the illusion this was a costume party or a movie shoot.

Neither Jimmy nor Ximena wanted to believe it was more than a magic trick.

The Reaper turned its gaze on Jimmy and flipped its palm face down, spread its fingers - and pointed them at Jimmy. Blurred waves of air pulsed from its hand and entered Jimmy’s chest.

“Nooooooooo!” Ximena screamed, “Leave him alone!”

The sound of her voice was captured, the sound waves drawn into the air that was now vibrating inside Jimmy, she said the words but they didn’t make a sound that anyone could hear.

Ximena could see Jimmy screaming for help, he was both right there in front of her, and - somewhere else.

Jimmy started to glitch. He was caught between two realities, here in the park, violently shaking, pixelating, his colors changing into rainbow pixels, and somewhere else in a technicolor nightmare. Jimmy’s eyes screamed “Help” His mouth formed a scream. But no sounds came.

Jimmy’s hand grabbed Ximena’s arm.

Jimmy’s body, and clothes, and face blurred, transforming into a pixel cloud.

Then, Jimmy was … gonez

“What are you doing to us?!” She looked down at her own body and looked back at The Reaper. “What … are … you!!!” and she started to scream.

The scream lasted a fraction of a second. There was no pain, only panic, and unraveling. An existential unraveling.

The sound of Ximena’s scream danced on a technicolor cloud that had once been her body, now drifting away to some other place.

Oh shit Oh shit Oh Shit Oh Shit, she thought. Breath very rapid, heart rate high.

Ximena looked at her hands. They pixelated and dispersed. Disappearing before here eyes. There was no pain - only nothingness. And that, somehow, was much, much worse. Panic overcame Ximena in waves. She tried to scream again but no sounds came. Oh how she just wanted to go back to work.

Her mouth quickly started to disappear and her eyes saw a Technical rainbow blur.

Then, nothing.

A bit further down the path a young mother approached with her stroller.

Alina immigrated to the United States four years ago, met Matthew in New York City while working on a Broadway show, and fell in love.

Today, she walked her baby in Central Park, observing people and watching the breeze in the trees point things out to baby Emily.

So good to be outside. This was her first outing with baby Emily since she had come home from the hospital.

Alina enjoyed strolling in the park, and it was even better now with her beautiful baby. Matthew was working today and couldn’t join in the fun.

Lots of people in the park today gazing at the sky. Beautiful today. Something different about the sky. Alina’s creative mind imagined that everyone in the park noticed the sky, and few talked about it, in the back of their minds mindful that some spectacle may be about to unfold. What an interesting observation to have, she heard herself thinking.

There was Jimmy’s Italian Dogs cart up ahead. Jimmy was talking to a Wall Street banker she’d seen before, or maybe she was a fund manager.

Alina didn’t remember her name. Nice lady.

Emily started to cry. Strange. She’d just had her nap and food, and, Emily loved walks in the park.

Alina looked down at Emily and soothed her, tucking Emily inside her blanket.

Then she heard the sirens starting, All across the city, and all at once it seemed.

It was not just another walk in the park.

There were many strange “things”observable, walking through the park, among the people Alina and Emily had just seen along the way.

These gray monsters started to more clearly come into view. Horrific, strange arms and hands extended, and pointing at people, giving Anastasia a sickening feeling.

People started … disappearing. There was no blood. No gore. No screams. People’s bodies blurred, the air … it seemed to vibrate, and then they were gone. Not quite gone, their bits and fragments floated away like cosmic dust.

Alina looked back towards Jimmy’s cart. Jimmy and the banker were gone. One of the gray monsters was walking away from the cart and headed towards Alina and Emily. There was a cloud of Technicolor dust floating in the air behind the monster.

Then the sky ripped open. It made a terrible sound like missiles breaking the sound barrier. Out of a technicolor hole in the sky came waves of dark metal shapes flying through the air.

Dark metal, like a massive sword in the sky plunged through an office building. There was a crunching and crashing sound of metal and glass. Alina heard screams.

Other metal shapes, massive, moved in the sky above the buildings just a bit higher.

There’s another one. This one ripped the sky. No other way to describe it.

Alina glanced quickly around the park, there was a young couple, two friends walking, and an elderly couple holding hands on a park bench, looking at the sky.

All of their bodies crumpled to the ground at the places where they had stood or sat - as if they were suddenly sick. Their body mass changed, their composition, their matter … it simply pixelated, drifted apart and moved into the Technicolor sky.

3 saucers streaked across the sky above her Like silver discs traveling impossibly fast Large machines, or vehicles Alina had seen war machines in her youth These were not from this Earth. Of this, she was sure.

Alina picked up baby Emily and ran. She was going to find Matthew And save her family.

👽 💥

Walking in the same old park is actually an exercise. For hours of striding and occasional sitting, There are thoughts meant to be exorcised Wanting to be put forth but marked of futile worth.

As if a simplified simulation of the mundane life- To keep the safe pace means everything’s commonplace: The repeating lengths, turns, trees, and wildlife- Time drags here and there but spicy thoughts spark dream affairs.

Reaching anniversary miles in this long, warm walk- The muscles sore and tempered, the spirit bored and fevered- Reminiscence leave little room for mindless talk; It is well of its worth recalling every step put forth.

No step or thought will be downsized. Every beautiful moment and subtle hint Makes this the most worthwhile exercise Keeping me there in the same old park affair.

The leaves are humongous Three pronged and bigger than a hand Sounds alert, they are among us On two razor sharp toes they stand This is no walk labeled classic This is Jurassic

Goodbye walks are the hardest You forget don’t you? The curves, the gradients, the way your muscles feel As you tread small inclines On loose gravel paths Through familiar passages Clusters of bushes, fiery collages of colour carefully collated by gardeners Spattering of wild flowers more carefully curated by nature A sense of home, of comfort Your unroofed house You don’t own it, pack it up It doesn’t become someone else’s to make their own For it was never yours But it was You own soft green quilt To walk barefoot on And open your heart to And feel so crestfallen to say bye bye to

I’m going back to 505…

Well really, 5/15 is the day of significance, a day I will never forget. At this point in my life, I was committed to playing college soccer. I was two weeks away from graduating high school, then a gap year abroad. I was an unstoppable force. What could go wrong?

Chasing down the ball, colliding with the defender, then in a split second, life changed. Have you ever heard the sound of a tree snapping in a storm? The quick, crunchy, fragmentation of the bark, followed by silence? Turns out breaking your leg sounds very similar.

The days, weeks, months that followed were grueling. My leg was so swollen that I remember being scared to go to the bathroom, since getting up from my recovery chair would have me seeing stars from the pain.

My summer was spent at PT, 3-4 times a week. I was able to just start walking without crutches right before I left for the year. I could barely walk, so my friends would give me “boosts” if we were walking around so I could keep up.

Over the course of the year, I was progressively getting more pain in my knee. The hardware got infected and had to be removed. It took about 14 months to be able to run pain free.

Things don’t happen for a reason, they NEED to happen. There were actually so many positives that came out of this experience that I don’t have enough space to write. I was taught I am not invincible, I found out I have so many people in my corner, who spent countless hours and days helping me. The door on my soccer career closed, but that would ultimately lead to my unexplored CrossFit and fitness journey.

At the time, there was no Netflix, spotify, all the good stuff we got today. However I did have a very advanced piece of technology, a 2010 Kindle.

So I read books, (I like to read) but you could also buy music on it. One of the bands I was obsessed with at the time were the Arctic Monkeys. I would listen to their album “Favourite Worst Nightmare” on repeat.

The closing track on the album is called “505”(imo one of their best songs) which I’ve interpreted as longing to go back to someone or somewhere to recapture a specific feeling or moment.

My life has a lot of tears and fears, scars. All a part of my internal memoirs. If you find yourself feeling the same, I suggest taking a trip down memory lane. Find your 505, take a nosedive into your own archives. And let it guide you, like a moonlit blueprint. Because that bad time, space, or place, can actually be your saving grace. So I’m going back to 505…

this is not just another walk in the park. I’m not coming back.

I cleaned my room, I laid out my letters

“I’m sorry, I cannot do this anymore, I’ve gone for a walk, Don’t look for me,please Let me go now, I tried my best, Let me walk away, Leave me to go forever, Goodbye, I love you forever, Alice.”

I signed them all “I love you forever” and I know that’s true, My forever has run out, I’m not coming back, I’m going to do it, Don’t look for me, You will not find me, If you can do one thing for me, Tell her I love her and I’ll miss her Tell her to be brave and not to miss me Tell her to forget me My best friend, I need her to forget me Not to forgive me, please never forgive me, But forget me, It will be better for us both,

I’ll miss you all, I’m not sorry, This is the only way I’m going on a walk, I’m not coming home.

Previously on the gluey ghost part tow they where still in the boys bath room👨🏽‍🦱 but before they could leave Emilia The charter box because she was asking so many questions too many but the one that she said like million was when will me and Connie die the ghost replied 98🪦🧓🏼 now I need to go and pee!! “More like pee you” Connie replied since the ghost was sooooo offended he decided to nock both of them out and throw them in a ditch when they woke up Emilia said “this ditch is worse than math then” “if that’s possible”Connie replied for pay back from when Emilia rid connie to school they mixed it up a bit with connie riding Emilia they rid to Emilia’s house because it was closer it was not the most pleasant journey because since they where in a ditch they smelled horrible when they in the street everybody gagged and some vomited 🤢🤮 like crazy when they got to there house🏡 all of Emilia’s siblings gagged but Emilia’s mom said “well you got yourself in a jiffy now go clean yourself in the pond🏖️ and that for some reason has a tap and a fat one if you ask me ha ha ha I am funny but Seriously get in the pond” Emilia and Connie got in 🛁 but they got shoved into the bath 🧼 by Emilia’s big brother’s Connie acted like a 🐜 that was drowning because the water was freezing 🥶 but Emilia acted like she was in a hot 🥵 tub teal hot as soon as they know it was. Morning☀️when they got to school they wanted to rip of there ears 👂 because it was was math horrible oh horrid math so that’s why Connie and Emilia couldn’t bare to not make fun of it Unfortunately ruby or as Connie and Emilia call her the math too roo when she heard Emi,it and Connie making fun of her favourite ❤️ think she went over and said “hey put a pencil✍️in it punk put Connie said “go away math goo roo go ruin Ofer people’s jockeys like the joke that you are no fun” Emilia said “shocker”they asked mrs raccoon if they could leave the room she said only if you leave you attitude but they already started walking to the door🚪 they couldn’t leave because sadly Cecily was in front of door Emilia said “get out of the way girl 👧 “ Cecily just said “okay 👍🏻let’s try if I put my right foot 🦶 to the left then we’ll then then” they where there for half an hour ⏰until Connie got bored 🥱 and just shoved Cecily out of the way Cecily told mrs raccoon 🦝 mrs raccoon realised her raccoon on Connie now there is a bold spot on him or her you can’t really tell after they left the room they had to go to the bathroom 🚽 they waited there for so long because they didn’t want to do math’s it was already the end of the day🌑 waist they where packing they decided they wanted to have a sleepover so they went over to Connie’s because there barely there when they got there they were 😞 that they didn’t see there ghost friend all day till since they said that he popped out of Connie’s bed 🛌 he said”hey how are my peeps” Emilia said “before we tell you what is that furry thing 🤔 behind you he said “my dog 🐶he is a cockapoo and before you ask his name is gg standing for gluey ghost 👻” Connie said “or he is almost as cute as my dog daisy🌼” the ghost finally said “peace out✌️” after the ghost left Connie and Emilia wanted to satay up all night🌑 But as soon as they had boba🧋they slept for so long when they woke up they really needed the toilet 🚻 🧻🚾🚻🧴from the boba🧋 last night when they got in there there was a bad sound Connie yelled out Charlie👦Connie asked him if he knew anything about the horrible smell he said he was doing a disgusting 🤢 experiment 🧪 🔬🧫Connie and Emilia didn’t want to ask what he was doing after he said it was disgusting they where having so much fun since they woke so much in fact they forgot it was school they got dresses into there clothes as soon as possible⏱️Connie’s mum said if there was a child 🧒 prison they would go in there for being late but Emilia’s mother had 👩had other words but they are way to rude to say when they got to school🏫 mrs raccoon 👩‍🏫 screamed at them for being late ⏰ even here pet raccoon but Connie and Emilia didn’t have time to bicker because since Connie’s house was so far away from school 🏫 they needed the loo and since they couldn’t go to the loo at home because it stunk so bad they so they ran as fat as possible to the bathroom 🚽 when they got in there there ghosts friends puppy was there with a note 🗒️ that said……. The End this story was brought to you by Beatrix Coates I hope you enjoyed my cliffhanger