My friend is special. I just want them to seek out a happiness they richly deserve. The very next day my friend gets a call informing them a friend of theirs is dead as the result of a freak accident.
I feel like I should quote Marcus Aurelius here, regarding the relevance of a person's will relative to their mortality and the meaning of life, or something like that. Think I'll just go to bed and try like heck to write books tomorrow.
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