#0004. There are moments when friendships die on withered vines. These two folks are good folks. They lived together in sterling heights, growing old together. They wondered all the same things that you wonder. Is there a purpose in their living? Is there a purpose in their dying? Each of them lived together but all alone. They wondered all the same things that you wonder. But their wondering was justified. They were all alone together in a cramped little apartment. No heat. No light. Just one another, separated by unseen force. The hollows of their eyes are all that is left there now. They wondered all the same things that you wonder.
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