I have a good friend way back in college. I've known her for more than 12 years now and recently something tragic happened to her. His father, who I've met briefly before, was assasinated.
Killed because he wanted to change his world for the better.
Killed because he did the right thing.
I managed to talk to her, several weeks after the event.
What do you say?
Are you okay? That's stupid. I mean of course not. I had no words. In the end i sighed and said i am a phone call away if she gets really down and needs somebody to talk to. For what comfort can you bring someone who gets knives for bread?
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I have no idea what i'm talking.
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