JULY THIRD OR FOURTH 1979...I AM WALKING THIS BOY DOWN A PATHWAY TO A CABIN IN THE WOODS...HE PICKS UP A WILD STRAWBERRY...AND BEGINS TO LECTURE ME ON WHY IT IS SO IMPORTANT...WHY I REMEMBER THIS...I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA...ANYWAY...I WILL SPEND AN ENTIRE WEEK OF MY LIFE INVESTING IN THIS CHILD...ONLY TO FIND OUT HE IS DYING OF BLOOD CANCER MOMENTS AFTER HIS DEPARTURE.
IT WAS A SUNNY DAY...NOT A FUCKING CLOUD .
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