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Every time leukemia pops up I think about 1996. About I. How he was fighting after graduation. And then he wasn't. How we were never even close. Hardly said two words to each other in three years of high school, and how the news hit me like a wall of bricks. How I couldn't look at anyone from his group in school. How I had a meltdown in the restroom. And how none of it matters because he will always stay dead.

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