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I still can't process that you're gone. I'm not ready to face my own mortality, yet you bring it so close to home. My tears are unable to come out yet. Still thinking of your snark and sarcasm, and classic recount of our Junior Christmas party. Can't believe one of us -- us -- is gone. I know I should be saying a prayer or grieving or whatnot right now, but I can't. It's still not processing. Can't believe one of us is gone.