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mentions of death by a car accident. So if you do want to skip the story, please feel free to do

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And it's from Candle Throwaway 1 who says, me 24 female, with my S.O. 27 male of one year.

He destroyed a sentimental item of mine and sees nothing wrong with it because of the circumstances. Didn't mean for this to get so long,

but it seems it has. Thank you in advance for reading. Me 24 female, S.O. 27 male, let's call

him Eugene, my sister female deceased two years, let's call her

Carrie. Background about my sister. Two years ago, my sister was killed in a car accident. She was

riding with a friend to the mall. The friend's parent was driving and a teenage boy plowed through

a red light while texting on his phone and hit

the car my sister, Carrie was in. Carrie was killed instantly and her friend June was in a coma

for three weeks before her parents took her off life support. When Carrie passed, I was devastated

and angry and just not in a good place. Carrie and I had been extremely close.

Despite a seven-year age get between us, we enjoyed a lot of the same shows.

We went to concerts together, we volunteered together and I took it upon myself to guide

Carrie like any big sister would do.

Our parents were extremely busy with work most days and Carrie and I would often cook together

and do crafts when we weren't too busy with school work.

Carrie wanted to be an NICU nurse when she grew up and I helped her find a volunteer

position at a local hospital to help her gain some experience being around patients.

In short, Carrie was my sister and best friend and when she passed,

I was a mess. The last craft Carrie and I made together was a set of candles. We bought the

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