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Amanda Huggnkiss

My Friend Amanda,who I know from 4th & Arch, died last week. Heat stroke. I found out on Sat., when I went shopping.  A clerk at the grocery store goes to my Meeting and told me.  We’d just agreed to start hanging out after Meeting sometimes, or through the week, as part of my effort to try and develop new friendships. It’s same as my friend-to-be, whose name,  other than “Joe”, escapes me now.  But we were all set to begin hanging out, then he was shot and killed the weekend before.  I’m the only common denominator between them both.  Well, me and the Meeting. And Wendy Hewland-Drake died a few weeks ago.

Again: me;  I’m the common denominator.

I know it makes no  logical sense, but there it is:  a clear, simple, fact-based observation.

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