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Death I don't deal with death well. Even though I didn't know this guy that died very well, I can't stop thinking about his fiancée and friends and family, and his ex-wife that I work with. It makes me so sad. Yesterday I started crying on my way home, thinking about how sad all those people must feel. It's very awful. I guess I'm just overly-sensitive. It's so horrible when young people die. |
