My old roommate called last night to tell me a good friend from ad school was dead. Of course, he said "passed away" or something like it, but he meant dead. Evidently, the friend who'd driven us most of the way to Graceland, the friend who'd let me sleep on his futon for a month when I didn't know what else to do or where to go, the friend you
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