this morning, as i walked into work i received a phone call.
when i was 13, i dated a boy named Paul. We dated for 3 years, ending when i was 16. He moved down to FL to live with his mother after that. We were very close..
so his mother calls me this morning.. at about 6:50ish as i'm arriving at the gate of work. and says this:
“i know you and pauly were close, so you're the first person i'm calling this morning. he loved you. you know, even when he moved down here, he never got over you. pauly was in an accident last night. his truck hit another car, and his truck caught on fire. pauly died last night.”
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he just turned 19 two weeks ago. and in two weeks, he was supposed to leave for Navy bootcamp.
i've had to ruin all of his friends' christmas and tell them the bad news.
he was supposed to be up here for christmas, but his step dad wouldn't let him buy the plane tickets. he would have arrived yesterday morning. instead.. he went drunk driving.
i'm sorry i ever let you leave
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