Hello, Ken. I'm so sorry.
Ken's mother was killed last week. I've known her since I was in sixth or seventh grade, I guess, and she's the first person I'm close to to die from this. As communications get better, I'm only going to find out about more. It's like you're taking a step and your foot just keeps moving downward and downward. There's nothing to stand on.
Ken's mother was killed last week. I've known her since I was in sixth or seventh grade, I guess, and she's the first person I'm close to to die from this. As communications get better, I'm only going to find out about more. It's like you're taking a step and your foot just keeps moving downward and downward. There's nothing to stand on.
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