I AM AT THE WATERFRONT...A MAN APPROACHES ME...HE SAYS..." ARE YOU STEVEN STRANG ??? ( I DON'T EVEN LOOK LIKE HIM AND I HAD NEVER SEEN THIS FELLOW BEFORE IN MY LIFE )...I REPLY..."NO SIR , THAT'S MY BROTHER "... HE GIVES ME A SAD LOOK...HE SAYS..." YEA , STEVEN STRANG DIED IN A HUNTING ACCIDENT "...I LOOK AT HIM AGAIN...PROBABLY A BIT SUSPICIOUS THIS TIME..."NOPE , HE IS ALIVE AND WELL "...HE GIVES ME AN "UHUA" , AND WALKS AWAY .
A FEW WEEKS LATER I AM IN MY BED...FOUR O'CLOCK GIVE OR TAKE...THE PHONE RINGS...I BEGIN TO CRY...I THEN PICK UP THE PHONE...IT IS MY FATHER...BUT I ALREADY KNEW THAT...STEVEN HAD DIED IN A HUNTING ACCIDENT .
IT TOOK ABOUT A WEEK TO FIND THE BODY...I WEAR HIS ASHES AROUND MY NECK...BUT I NEVER ACTUALLY GOT TO SEE THE REMAINS .
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