They all took their turns knocking, but received no answer, so they turned the knob and gingerly walked inside. They searched diligently only to find an empty room and cleared desk, with the last page and paragraph of his final story sitting by itself on the desktop. The last paragraph then read as follows: And so Benjamin Fry enjoyed the company of fluttering fairies and winged flying dragons, whilst he roamed about in the midst of a verdant tropical island paradise sampling coconut rum soaked delights that he had discovered underneath cotton candy trees. Surrounding him was his very best friend, Fish, and the warm kind friend, C.L., whom he had not seen in some fifty years or more. Even his Grandparents, the bodies of whom had long since turned into dust, were there now cheering him on as he raced about upon multicolored springtime Easter grass. He had ignored the bright beckoning star to the point that it had vanished from his view. So there he was, only to remain eternally free to
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