It was a regular thing, Joe and i would talk and talk for hours on that seat, we chat every friday afternoon at 3.30. But then it happened, I was really looking forward to talking to him. But he wasn’t there. I repeatedly looked at my watch to see if i was early, but he was late.I drove to his house to see if he was there but i didn’t need look far to find him, he was lying on the walkway. He had three bullets to the head. After that his organs were donated, he saved seven people but not himself.To this day I sit on the chair, where a statue of him sits honouring Joe’s life.
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