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Passing Paduak doors, I gradually walk down a narrow hallway. Slowly, I peek around the staircase, and nonchalantly saunter into the study. A foul stench passes along the air; the aroma of a cheap bottle of Old Mr. Boston. A chrome flask lay across the floor, staining an oriental area rug. The light reflects off the chrome, and catches my eye. Engraved letters read ?G.H?; George Hauser. Daddy, and here lies the way he manages the pain of my passing. Oh, daddy, how I wish you could see that I?m living inside these walls. As I watch you and Mom brood over my death; so gravely do I want to reach out and tell you I?m here. To you, I am nothing but a lost soul under Earth?s exterior. My voice is nothing but the faint creak of the timber floor. Please do not remember me as the Mr. Boston in your flask, but as the sweet cologne that once danced off your old church shirt. I would trade immortality to feel the strength of your arms; draw me close to your chest , and remember me as the scent you sprayed onto your shirt every Sunday morning.