Zoe and I were coming home from taking Ian and Emma to school this morning when we passed the graveyard that is on the way. Zoe noticed and said, "People are buried there."
"Yes they are," I replied.
"I hope they're okay."
"Me, too."
"We don't want to be buried there. We want to go back to our nice warm home."
Yes. Yes we do.
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