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It was 9:38 PM and Kvon was reflecting on life. With just one day left of school, a huge chapter in Kvon's life was coming to a close.

He dusted off and old notebook he had, and found a list of goals. For the most part, he had accomplished them.

Ace the PSAT? Check.

Get into college? Check.

Kiss a girl? There was plenty of time left for that.

Find peace? Uhh...

Kvon's feud with Desi had taken a toll on his physical and mental health. He'd been fighting for so long... and then he wondered why.

Why was it that Kvon and Desi fought? No one seemed to know.

Kvon approached Desi with a peace offering. They sat and became great friends.

Then, as fate would have it, they went out on a date (as friends of course) and each ordered a scrumptious main course. Unfortunately, the waiter had poor eyesight and mistook Kvon for Desi and vice-versa.

Kvon's plate had pork and Desi's had beef.

As the Muslim and Hindu religions each respectively dictate, such a vile transgression would bring about their untimely death.

Kvon and Desi slowly melted away in each others arms, smiling, as for a beautiful brief moment they were friends. And then they died.

The end.