perspective about life. It was a decently warm day it was in the low 60 and I was home with an injured knee. When my mom came home, she asked me if I knew a boy named Jefferson. I replied, “yes”, while nervously looking into my mom’s eyes. I could see the tears starting to fill her eyes. She opened her mouth to say what she had to tell me, her voice started shaking, and then I heard the words “Jefferson died.” I was in disbelief, thinking I was in some sort of dream, so I called my friend Cassidy to confirm…
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