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+ 1	The Crawlers Bereavement (lment1)
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+ 3	The Last Line (chapter3 prt 1)
+ 1	The Last Line (chapter 2 prt 2 )
+ 4	The Last Line (chapter 2 prt 1 )
+ 4	The Last Line (chapter 1 prt 2 )
+ 3	The Last Line (chapter 1)
+ 4	The Last Line (intro)

In the the World I stole away. Alone-Numb, I was going through self conflinct. Change. Fighting fear and doubt and insecurities, anyone or any thing could imprint upon and mold me. I was standing on the dividing line between believer and skeptic in a family unit of undying faith.. yeah.. conflict.  Judgement and alienation(unintended) pushing me bluntly across the divider to a different place, away from home and all that was familiar.Unexpected loss had not softened the landing.

I had lost somthing, someone close and loved. My Friend, Elliot. He was safe to me.  Home away from Home. I never told him.. But I could never wait for him to come Home. He was a nomad of sorts- always somewhere else, searching for purpose and and meaning. Mundane was never his perogitave- never the road he wanted to travel. He loved life and the thrill it could offer. 'Why not try all the rides?' I would expect nothing less and I will always be proud of him.

It was all a daze. The visitation, the funeral.. All of the food given by niehbors. the memories I have are vauge and dull.. like a blurry photograph. I am glad of it.. I dont want to remember it. It was important in more ways then one though.  The abruptness of it ended my childish notions of the world.. not in the worst ways.. It was just an accurate preview of coming adulthood and the onslaught of emotion and real world conflict that I would inevitably have to endure. Along with the all of these side affects, it also threw open a door that had only been barely open before.. It was at this time that I absolutely realized just how alone I really was... and it hurt.

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