Around his death, I distorted the logic badly. I had to find somebody's faults, something to blame. I crawled on the floor picking them up, even a tiny fragment of them, and held them tight. Naturally many of them came from D's mom - she was the closest person. I snapped at her, held grudge on her words, and hid from her. I'm sorry Mom, and thank you for not giving up on me.
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