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[backwardpawn]

Well, my Grandpa died today. It was my step-dad's father. I wasn't really close to him or anything, but it's still someone I was use to seeing. He'd come over almost every weekend to drink a few beers with his son, and sing along with those old country songs. I thought I'd be fine, but my mom just kept making phone call after phone call, and I had to keep hearing how they found him. His truck running outside, his coat on, and his old cowboy hat laying next to him by the kitchen door.

I could really use a friend right now, but it seems all my favorites leave me.

Fuck..