i havent taken my sweats off in days.
a shower hasnt even really came to mind.
i just want to lay in bed.
andrew died christmas eve.
tom walked into jeff's front door and told us.
its hard to even remember what i thought at that moment.
all i know is i had to get up and go to the bathroom.
we went to the hospital.
were the first ones there.
saw his
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