Leaving Town

He found the note on the refrigerator that read:

"Dinner is in the microwave, just follow the instructions. Don't forget to feed the animals twice a day, and find someone to look after the house if you decide to leave. Feel free to invite some friends. Love, Mom and Dad"

For months they had planned to leave, and begged him to join them. It was not until he found their corpses in the bedroom that he knew he should join them. He would invite some friends over, and together they would all leave.

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