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Chapter 71: Roy's Reminder (1) *** The strong taste of cigars fills my mouth, it’s awfully bitter, I hate it… It makes me cough… I wear my frustrations on my face as I grimace at the feeling my dried up tears leave against my skin… He’s dead… And he can never come back… That’s all I can think about at that moment when I take another deep inhale of the cigar… I cough again, choking on it’s bitterness I feel the tears roll up in the corners of my eyes once more… He didn’t deserve to die… But that’s not how death works, whether he deserved to or not made no difference… His body was probably cold, but I didn’t dare touch it… His face was completely blue and swollen, the blood he’d coughed up was still on his collar… Even now when he was getting buried, he was wearing the same old rag