A death unexpected is indeed the worst kind. There stands no flashing neon sign to mark what is to come, to warn what doom is to befall the heedless passerby. In its place is a void, a knife in the dark that hungers to sink sleep into those most awake. This is the fate that a cherished friend has met this day. Gone. No longer winding. A silent shell of what once was vibrant now lies extinct in the limbo of nowhere.
I miss my friend.
My iPod died today.
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