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Sunday, July 15, 2007

I was acquainted with Travis. He was younger, but we were at the same parties, knew the same people. It was at a graduation party where we first really hung out. We sat on the roof till dawn smoking, drinking, waxing about the shit you wax about at that age; good times. Two days later he killed himself. Even though I barely knew him, He seemed like a smart guy with a level mind and bright future. I have to trust he did what was best for him. It’s sad, but how do I know it wasn’t the right move?

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