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May he rest in peace

Suicide is nothing short of robbery. Grand larceny. Theft! Theft, the theft, the stealing of something priceless, irreplaceable; an object that cannot be replaced.

The theft of a person. The stealing of a human soul.

The early end where so much more was to be had, to be found, to be given

To be lived.

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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