A friend I knew through dog rescue, a woman I'd never personally met but admired nonetheless, lost her battle with depression the other night. She overdosed while I flitted around a reading, talking shit with Michael and Marcus, acting the know-it-all as always.
I'd reached out and she responded with a simple thanks and I never wrote back. Living with that sucks.
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