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Critter (fetishmystique) took this this summer. He took me on a photo safari and we went and got Italian food that night. A few nights later we met up and had dinner for six hours, and I drove him home. My driving horrified him and he actually grabbed the door handle.
I refuse to be devastated. I will not go into the desert in the skin of a lion or smear my ashes in mourning. He was always shoving me to the edge, urging me to live harder. So I will.
But there are a few people I can call at 4AM who are awake. And tonight, I was going to call. I just checked his Facebook first...and found out he was gone.
