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I sat restfully on a green park bench next to a gray-haired stranger. He was a tall black man in his 70's I supposed. He read my predictable thought and said 76 to be exacted! We went on to talk for an hour or more, but to me, it felt more like an unforgettable lifetime. We share so much of our personal life with one another and for whatever reason, I am not sure, but I considered him a friend and not foe. We were comfortable until he asked me the taboo question. why would anyone want to **** themselves? I give him the best answer that anyone can, but with another question of course. I asked him why not, aren't we are all just primary casualties.
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
"When We Talk To Strangers"
I sat restfully on a green park bench next to a gray-haired stranger. He was a tall black man in his 70's I supposed. He read my predictable thought and said 76 to be exacted! We went on to talk for an hour or more, but to me, it felt more like an unforgettable lifetime. We share so much of our personal life with one another and for whatever reason, I am not sure, but I considered him a friend and not foe. We were comfortable until he asked me the taboo question. why would anyone want to **** themselves? I give him the best answer that anyone can, but with another question of course. I asked him why not, aren't we are all just primary casualties.
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
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