Meetings, and Meeting

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"Don't they have clubs for this?" I groaned.
"Sherlock they do! When I got back from the war! My sister recommended a meeting type things!" John exclaimed.
"Oh yes! Perfect! Why didn't I think of it!" I yelled.
"Because I did. I'm looking it up," John smiled.
"Now we just need to get Vi to go," Sherlock spoke.
"That is going to be the hard part," John nodded.
"We can't lie to her," Sherlock spoke.
"No, we can't," John agreed.

~~~~~~~~Vi~~~~~~~
I cant handle it. So I'm not going to. I took a breath. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care. I walked through London. I just wanted to scream. I wanted to just yell until I couldn't anymore. It should have been me. I should have been me. It should have been me. Josh should be here. I kicked a rock and it skipped down the street. And josh's grandpa was all by himself now. Josh had so much to live for. And now he was gone. My wrists stopped shaking. But I didn't think much of it. I just wanted to Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Why? Why now? Why him? Suddenly, I felt afraid. I felt off. What was going on?
I glanced around. What was that? I shrugged it off. I turned to walk across the street. I bumped into someone
"Oh I'm sorry," I glanced up.
"Hey, baby," my-Irene smiled.

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