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this force that drives us forward, even in the darkest of
times? Is it some preordained plan, a destiny etched in
stone? Or is it something more… spontaneous?
Something born of the unexpected, the uncertain, the
unknown?
I never got to see my dad again. Never even got
invited to the funeral.
Three months later I was gone.
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