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That was the funny thing about grief. It was always there, in the shadows, waiting to step into the light as a reminder of how bad things could get. A testimony to how much a person had lost.
Words. I should speak words. Yes, brain. Good plan. “Wow.” Fuck. It was like I’d never seen a pretty girl in a bathing suit before.
“They live every day through her. She is how they exist in this world.
