lovaliss's Diaryland Diary

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last meal

On the morning of June 30th, the day my brother died ten years previously, the lady at the restaurant said,
"Are you about finished with that?" while wiping the table down.
"Um...nooo, not yet."
"You better enjoy that meal, it could be your last."

She wasn't joking either.

It was.

I'm dead

7:44 p.m. - 2005-07-04

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