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Although I wasnt there in person, I have a vivid visualization of you and the events that transpired on the day of your Murder. There you are in your backyard, gazing at the greenery around you and maybe tending to it slowly. I see the kids pull up in the alley. The same alley behind my old house. You, just down the street. The kids come waltzing up to you with a false sense of confidence. A gun in the hands of a child. Demanding money and the keys to your car. You should have given them what they wanted, but you stood up for yourself. BANG. Kids go running. You, lying in the grass with the strength drained from your body. You pull the weight of your body with all that you have left to make it back inside your home. The strain. The fear. The confusion. No one else is home. You must have gone into shock at that point. Maybe passed out there on the kitchen floor. Several hours go by. Your roommate comes home to your now lifeless body drained out onto the kitchen floor. They rush for help, but no help could cure this wound. A budding musician, a recent college graduate, a whole hearted and compassionate friend. You enbraced the excluded. You loved the abandoned. You changed my life for the better. A fire that burned hot and was extinguised too soon.
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