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The Little Boy Next Door

By Nerdygal19, Aurora, IL

I looked up and saw him. I loved the way his eyes lit up, the way he would stand on his tippy-toes, eagerly waiting for the next one, the way his face was the perfect model of innocence, the way his mouth held a straight face but held the anticipation of the upcoming burst of laughter. I picked up the wand and slowly dipped it in the bubble solution, wanting to prolong the moment of silence. As I blew through the wand, creating the bubble, I watched the much anticipated laughter break out on his face, like a quickly-spreading disease. It still fascinates me how he waits with so much excitement for a little soap bubble.


Beep! Beep! Beep! I slammed the snooze button on my alarm clock. I had already gone through ten cycles of this button pressing already and I was still too lazy to get up from the warm layers of my bed.

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