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Mar 31st, 2004, 09:41 PM
Just got back from the calling hours. I was hoping to make it without crying, but I couldn't. The funny thing is that I didn't cry when I saw the body. It was when they brought in his old football uniform in a frame that it really hit me that he was never going to wear it again. Not that you would know it, but I don't cry, and I couldn't help myself. I cried myself dry, and I'm not ashamed of it. I don't care who knows it.
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I like snow. If winter's going to be cold anyway, at least have it be fun to look at. Probably why I was with my ex for so long...
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