If time is absolute, and past follows present follows future, how is it possible that I felt the cold before your hand was gone? Even when you were calm in your corner, you were not really calm-you were running. Before you left the house in Sycamore you were already in Atlanta or trudging through the Okeefenokee, swatting at mosquitos, yelling at me to bring you a beer- then remembering I was gone.
Reason for writing:
This is about someone that took evryone for granted
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