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One of the kids I went to school with died this weekend.
We called him Boots. I liked him a lot. He was such an honest guy. He hunted, trapped, fished, loved beer, and was always willing to help. I remember dancing with him at winter carnival, and he always sat behind me in Hydrology.
Holy fuck. Man, I was lucky to have known him.
We called him Boots. I liked him a lot. He was such an honest guy. He hunted, trapped, fished, loved beer, and was always willing to help. I remember dancing with him at winter carnival, and he always sat behind me in Hydrology.
Holy fuck. Man, I was lucky to have known him.