Kimin: The kids found out about Little Warts' death when they saw me burying him under the old tree up in the hill. Their sadness mirrored mine
Kimin: Since then, every end of the month, we would walk 30 minutes to get up here to visit Little Warts' grave.
Kimin: Time to go, kids. Or else you'd be home late.
Kids: Alright, sis!
Kid2: You think Little Warts knows we're visiting him, sis?
Kid3: Yeah, sis. Who knows, he might not even know a thing
Kimin: I'm sure he knows, kids. Don't worry about it
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