Old Joe

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I clutch the paper bag under my arm and walk out the back door with a heavy heart. Gotta make a delivery for a very important friend of mine. Hope he likes it.

Here’s my dilemma.

My best friend is dying and it is breaking my heart. Yeah. I knew this day would come. Sure I did. I mean. You gotta to say goodbye sometime, right? But that’s the funny thing about denial. You can pretend something is real but when you know it’s a lie, you kinda half-ass believe. Sorta like hope.

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