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Over there. Just behind the first base dugout. He's standing all alone. Staring at me with a look of utter betrayal on his bloodied face. The blood is from a split lip that I gave him during fourth period PE. You see, Herschel...that's his name...Herschel and I are friends. Or at least we were...
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So, I was pondering a question recently. Actually it happened during an episode of insomnia, something with which I struggle more than I care to admit. The nature of my pondering was this: if I knew that I only had one day left to live, how would I spend it? I came up with something, but I don't...
