Empathy

You would think that when a close friend has it con­fir­med that her father has ino­pe­ra­ble can­cer in a rare (read: poorly researched and effec­ti­vely untrea­ta­ble) form, that I’d have some sage “here’s how I coped” advice.

fucked by mortality

I really don’t.

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