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LAST HURRAH
DAY FIVE (Part One): Friday.
They say, “Three’s a crowd.”
I don’t know if that’s true. I don’t even know who “they” are. But sometimes, it’s just easier to attribute certain ideologies to unknown parties, so if the theory blows up in your face, you can hang it on “them.” It’s a total d**k move, and really shouldn’t be allowed when trying to make a point. That’s what they say, anyway.
For the last week, it’s only been the three of us—me, Dad and William—in our own small crowd. Well, in the down time, that is, when we weren’t dodging nutjobs. But today, it’s going to be a group of people, who all knew William and spent time with him, and who’ll be coming together to remember him and will surely be staring at us in disbelief, figuring that a computer glitch must have enabl
