"Well," I said to Amy as we made our way back home,"At least we figured out who he was, even if we can't find him."
She just stared at me, still creeped out from our trip to the cemetery. We approached our apartment slowly and I noticed something strange in the parking lot. Amy's car was covered in small, white cards. They were coming from every direction, swirling around the parking lot and landing in her car, completely covering it. I picked one up and the all too familiar phrase was written on it.
"I don't understand!" I yelled. "We found out who he was, what happened to him, where he's buried. What more do we have to do!?"
As the last word came out of my mouth one single card came to a halt in my hand. Amy approached me cautiously as I turned over the card to read the inscription:
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