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Fcat: A Personal Narrative
It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon, the sun is shining. It’s not too warm and not too cold. Just perfect weather. Actually I should be happy, but I’m just not able to. In Fcat, I haven’t been happy any second the last 2 weeks. I’m standing here, at a place i never thought i would have to stand any time soon. I’m at the cemetary, standing in front in front of your grave with my tears falling down, Drew. You died 2 weeks ago and a big part of my heart and all of my happines died with
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