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Andrew was still in his pajamas while he sat on the folding chair on the patio. He was captivated staring into the emotionless midday sky since it echoed how he felt inside. I’m sad, and the sky is sad too, he thought. It was cold that day, the weather not yet recovered from the New Year, which had arrived at an unfriendly 30 degrees with freezing fog and black ice. Andrew shivered in his thin bathrobe, but he liked the snap on his cheeks. It slapped him awake and reminded him he was alive. There were days when he wasn’t sure. Christmas and New Years had passed, and while it wasn’t the most joyous holiday season ever, he had survived. His mother and sister decorated the condo, they had a tree with lights and a lovely family dinner, just the three of them—no stress, no worries about Cor
