“There’s nothing under your bed,” the father yelled, exasperated at his cowering son who wanted a light on and a glass of water and his pillow fluffed and to be tucked in just so. Later, a strong box was discovered under the floorboards from a child who had died a terrible death.
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“There’s nothing going on in your head!” she screamed as she stormed out of his life forever. Later, as he reflected on their final argument, he pondered what he ever saw in her.
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“There’s nothing down there,” the diver said, as he grumpily removed his flippers. Later, they found a shipwreck under a meter of silt.
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“There’s nothing but death for us all,” mused the man with the peace symbol necklace sitting on the curb. Later, he placed a single rose on his mother’s grave and walked solemnly away.
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“There’s nothing to see here,” the police officer blocked the doorway. Silently, the man on the porch nodded. There was nothing in this house he cared about, anyway.

No one left in his life, no one knew his name, he was free.