"I don't need you anymore," the girl said.
She looked at her old friend. His downy marmalade hair seemed to hang lower. Normally bright eyed and energetic, Mr Frisker's looked solemn. He stretched out, all four feet of him.
"Are you sure?"
The girl swung a leg absent-mindedly, scraping the school ground asphalt.
"Yes."
"Okay."
"Bye," she said and ran to her awaiting group of friends.
Together, they ran to the park. The girl turned to look back for one last look at her friend. He was gone.
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