“Everything burned in the wreck except his teeth, what they used to identify him.” Jesse Breite
for Luke I‘ve watched my computer die every day Its little red light batters on and out; Sometimes I hesitate, but I know I let this take, This is how Bobby and I stopped hanging out This is how he last looked us in the eyes— five times he’d be dead before twenty-one. |
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