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I woke up to the sound of a young boy crying. At first I thought it was my nephew, but then realized the sound was coming from the window, which was open from the night before. I looked outside and saw some kid crying while sitting underneath the tree in front of the house. It looked like he fell off of his bicycle, which he was holding.
When I went outside to see if he was okay, he was nowhere to be found.
When I went outside to see if he was okay, he was nowhere to be found.