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 So, over a year ago, someone really important to me died.  I'd known him since my childhood, since we were around 5/6 years old.  He had a hard life and lived on the streets sometimes, which is where he was living when he went missing, on his birthday.

They found him a month later.  Well, they found his legs, and that's it.

I... had a hard time accepting that.

Sometimes I have dreams where he's still here.  I'm going to catalogue them.
( Here we go.... )