No.
Where was everyone.
They were at a party. They didn't care.
Patrick was dead to them. I guess he was dead to me too. His funeral was quiet. In a bad way. Not in a respectful way. In the way that he wasn't the thing they were thinking of. Like they had better things to do. Patrick was famous, for 17 years. And no one cared about him. They would regreat that. I knew every one there. Andy and Joe were whispering to each other drinking beer in the corner. Pete wasn't even there. God knows where he was. Elisa was the only one who looked the littlest bit sad.
They would all regreat that day. All of them.
No.
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