When I first heard that Charlie, my best friend since I was 11 was dead I thought perhaps I could handle this. Handle it not for me, but for him, to let him pass on. I've tried and tried and I just seem to be incapable of letting go. I can't let him go. I can't let go of how I felt when I was around him, his laugh, all of the silly things we would
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