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How did Pop-pop die?
Eh . . .
I know what you're going to say. You're going to say something grownup, aren't you?
Do you really want to know?
Yes.
Fine. He went into cardiac arrest. Do you know what that is?
No.
His, um . . . heart stopped working. While he was driving. And then his car hit another car. And he died.
I'm sorry. I should've been grownup and not told you.
It's okay. . . . He was lucky, wasn't he?
"What do you mean?" I looked at the scorched earth and the crimson rain in the horizon. "Yeah, he was."
Do you miss him?
Would you miss me if I was gone?
Yes.
Then there's your answer.
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You've probably never heard of them before, have you?
No, I haven't.
Heh. They were way before your time. Let's see if this thing works.
Music started coming out of the boom box. For a few minutes, my spirits were uplifted. I wanted to sit back and smoke and drink; something casual way back when.
Did they die when They came here?
No, a few of them had died before then. The rest are probably gone now too.
He looked up to the sky and asked, "Do you think they're making music up there?"
He still wanted me to be honest with him, so I was.
"I don't believe in up there."
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