At 18, one of our old mutual friends committed suicide. We were both at the funeral and ended up sitting next to each other. Shock displayed on our features at the reality that there was a body in that casket. It was a body that once was full of life, and would respond with a laugh at anything you said. I cried.
A lot.
You shared a box of tissues with me.
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~ katie ~
