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Friday, January 03, 2003
On another sad note, when my Dad's friend Terry came over the other day, since I haven't seen him in a while, being at school all the time, we get to talking about what's going on. His wife's mother is dying of cancer and he feels like this year will be the year of death, he tells me. Chilling, dark prophecy... Especially since my dad's uncle John and cousin Joey died right before Christmas. Also, my gramma's neice (and friend, and upstairs tennant), her friend [who shares my family's last name, but has no relation] died the week before Christmas, too. And a kid I know from school's neighbor was hit by an SUV and died, recently, also. So anyway, my gramma came over New Years Day, and after dinner and desert, she tells us, Squekie died. The little bartender at the Breen's Cafe where I used to hang out when I was little and living in Worcestor, died. He was the nicest guy, three young kids, too. He had terrible athsma and was on these strong steroids that ate away at his bones... I hope this is the only fulfillment of Terry's prophecy... I mean, sure, I know the world's overpopulated, and I know that half of humanity needs to go, but I'm still human and it's no fun when people die...
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