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How To Live When No One Else Can. Or, A Dream I Had Last Tuesday
I died a little that day.
No one told me for 7 whole days.
Then, “good morning” followed by “he’s dead.”
I didn’t know how to feel.
So I cried.
And screamed.
And cursed.
Demanded.
Bargained.
Was furious.
But mostly,
I broke down. And died a little.
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