Rose worked at my job for a few months. She was the youngest. Sexy-cute designer with a faux-hawk. I loved everything about her.
Her long-time boyfriend left to backpack through Europe for a few months. She was missing him. So she quit her job and went to Europe to join him. They saw France, Spain, Corsica. They had a wonderful time. Then Rose and
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Was in a similar accident when I was 18 (I've got this dent of a scar on my head, 41 stitches)... but shit that's crazy.
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but I did not ask.
because I would reply: "Oh, that is so stupid!"
but then again: I was riding without helmet so often. and found myself to be quite stupid.
Like unprotected sex with strangers: you KNOW the risks, you are just too stupid to protect yourself.
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riding is fun but dangerous. all types of riding.
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I totally agree. Death does change us. I feel like my brother's death broke part of me. That it broke everyone in my family. And broke our whole family unit. And my brain continues to want to put the pieces back together of this impossible puzzle.
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and that is what we become. People don’t know how to react, so they treat us awkwardly, as if we were "different", fragile, weird.
People's attitude changes so much when they know we lost someone. I always hated that.
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