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Life was a like a book: it had a beginning, middle and an end. But what did you have when the middle was removed from the equation entirely? What were you left with then? A short story. Something that began, had a brief message, and then ended—finished in the blink of an eye. His life was a short story, over before it could be truly appreciated. Over before his character traits could be developed, over before he overcame a single challenge in life and grew as a result, over before the reader could even flip past the first page… And even though his story was short, it would always be remembered. |
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