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So I must have had this draft email on Gmail - because Gmail's good at archiving things that you might otherwise forget - for ages, now. Perhaps since the beginning of freshman year I've had Dave's cell number in a draft email, to be transferred to something more permanent or at least more tangible. He may have gotten a new phone by now. Maybe now he's not reachable.
He was one of us. He was one of us in a way that Lindy was never one of us, and the way that Jake was but chose not to be, and I feel like this is failure in a way that the other two weren't. With Lindy, we should have tried harder, it's always been uncomfortable in that way, but I thought that we'd learned. I thought that he was, in some way, integral to our identity.
And again I'm thinking about things like lost connections.
If Josh cackles one more time I might absolutely snap.
He was one of us. He was one of us in a way that Lindy was never one of us, and the way that Jake was but chose not to be, and I feel like this is failure in a way that the other two weren't. With Lindy, we should have tried harder, it's always been uncomfortable in that way, but I thought that we'd learned. I thought that he was, in some way, integral to our identity.
And again I'm thinking about things like lost connections.
If Josh cackles one more time I might absolutely snap.