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When I was a kid my friend got hit by a satellite that came hurtling out of the stratosphere while we were playing stickball. The satellite was so radioactive that it's simply cooked him right there while he was on the pitcher's mound. I didn't even get a chance to swing the bat.

My story was true, his name was Danny.

(P.S - only sickos think stories about little boys being run over are funny)
Same here fenny, had a young friend die when I was 7 or 8. He had a terminal illness but at that I didn’t really grasp what it meant. That was very strange. Ten years later my best mate got killed in a car crash, that one really hit me, at 17 or 18 who is thinking about death
It's a funny old world, Wally. I still wouldn't cry if you snuffed it tomorrow, however, I'd comfort Miles and his friends if they haven't already started threads about broken finger nails, 90s pop heroes and brilliant video games which mirror real life.
TBH fenny I really don’t give a fuck how you would feel over anything of significance, except maybe how if look in a dress