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You know, you live your life.  You're born, you are loved, you have birthdays and people love you, you fall in love, do work, learn things, have children, it's an endless parade of magic.

Then you get murdered in a fucking ditch.

This is a different murder than the one that's been getting to me.  The one that's been getting to me - the house has candles and stuffed animals the whole memorial thing going on.  Every day I see it and I think:  you someday just get beaten to death in a ditch.