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Stevo lit up a cigarette as he stood outside the police station, waiting for his dad to pick him up.
He couldn't believe Bob was dead. His best friend, gone forever.
He couldn't help but blame himself.
He knew Bob was acting off the night before. If he wasn't so thick-skulled, he would've just brought the man to a hospital. He needed a hospital.
And now he was gone.
This really fucking sucks...
