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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Dead...Part 1 of a Compilation of Shorts Called The Calibration

"They do make a good point", she said as she pointed to the priest that sitting in her living room for their brother's funeral reception. "He never accepted religion as it came to others. He never really accepted anything that had a debate about".

The room was full of their mothers close friends and co-workers that actually felt so sorry for their mother that they almost came because of pure obligation. Her boss sent out an email to everyone on the staff except her telling them that if they did not attend the funeral, then there would be consequences.

Ben sat in a very large chair that he remembered his brother used to pick his boogers and wipe them on the side of the chair as if they were trophies that he was proud of. He remembered the fights they used to get into when he would wipe his snot on Ben's sweatshirts when he would get sick (which happened to be most of them time considering his immune system was so frigile so much because of the lukemia). Ben realized that he would let him have all his clothes as hankies to use, if only he could have his brother back.

Bon Iver