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the last time I saw him was in Target. he saw me and came and joked with me. It was an awful day at work, and he was his normal whimsical self and even though it was less than two minutes, talking to him was the highlight of that week. He gave me his number and I told him I’d text him so we could hang out before summer was over and he ran off to Oberlin to go be a world class clarinetist. I never texted him.

he’s the first person I knew in high school to die, and I hate watching my friends realise how precarious life is. it’s painful to see their gaze change, to observe a paradigm shift, and for us all to realise we’re adults now. fragile, temporary adults.