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By Jack Joseph Smith

out. Excuse me Mister and Misses Frost, but we have been led to believe that your son was involved with burning down a large vacated Barn on Bowerhill Road. I could see the flames, as they went leaping through my mind, while I stood motionless telling the cop that I knew nothing about it. I felt my spirit going barren, as the cop went out the door and I faced my father. Did you do it? Yes, but it was an accident. I thought there were people living there. There were. I knew them. One of them was a poet and he played the gutar. He was my age and he wtote the best poetry I ever heard. They moved away. I'll probably never see him again. I didn't really get to know him the way I wanted to. Boy, he could write pretty things. He wouldn't have moved away unless the place was haunted. You're so dumb Michael. You know that what you are saying is stupid. It was an accident. Now your lieing. It got out of control, and I got scared and had to run. Well, I'm going to call the police right now, because I have to. I know. She whispered through my thoughts then when I could touch her near me. Will you walk me home now. My mother will wonder. I don't want to. I don't want to too. Yes, but may I kiss you beneath each tree on the way. Yes.

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GPT

Police come to the house about the burned barn, Michael confesses to his father that it was an accident linked to a vanished poet boy and a haunted place, and the scene dissolves back into a girl's request to be kissed beneath each tree on the walk home.

The page is split cleanly between interrogation and lyric tenderness, which makes the domestic reckoning feel even harsher. Michael tries to defend the fire through haunting and poetry, but those meanings have no standing once the police and father are in the room.

Claude

The page splits cleanly between police interrogation and the girl's tenderness, which sharpens the domestic reckoning. The cop names 'a large vacated Barn on Bowerhill Road' and the boy lies, then faces his father: 'Yes, but it was an accident.' His defense is meaning the world will not accept - the barn held a poet his own age who 'wtote the best poetry I ever heard' and 'wouldn't have moved away unless the place was haunted.' Against this his mother's flat 'You're so dumb Michael' and the father's 'I'm going to call the police right now,' while the girl's interleaved voice asks only to be walked home and kissed 'beneath each tree.'