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[daven_callings]

It was last week, a Monday of sunshine and dark memory clouds . . . I sat in a bar, in a corner booth hidden from the door, drinking Guiness and coffee, and waited . . . Photographs lay spread out in front of me, stacks of papers, lists and outlines of years and months . . . Disbelief, that a brother could kill a child, his own child . . . Cold

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[artemiswinter]

On the one hand, I'm so sorry you've had to go through this, on the other, it seems to have been immeasurably cathartic. Proud of you, my friend.