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Condolences

Condolences

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jun 6, 2018
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I wouldn't call Arlo and Saige's relations as 'friendship.' They barely knew anything about each other. They both knew of each other's suffering though. Instead of suffering alone, the two 'created a group.' They kept each other company and just enjoyed the company of another human being. It lessened the pain for a short amount of time, but couldn't make it disappear. This sort of condolence had started at the end of the boy's sophomore year in high school. It was done by force at first, administered by a group counselor, who believed company would solve theI problem. She wasn't completely wrong though. Now, the meeting were done voluntarily. The two boy's neared the end of their senior year and still continued these meetings. Although time has passed, the pain still haunts the two and just being near each other, not saying a word is not enough for them.
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