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Sybil Van Antwerp

USA

Syb,

I’m heartbroken. Seventeen years—SMACK—just like that, shattered.

Makes me realize how Stewart was braided into everything.

My work, my routines, my friendships, meals, movie watching, book reading, walking, waking up, drinking coffee.

Makes you wonder what any of it was for.

What it meant. Casts every good thing in an ugly green, doesn’t it?

Well, my dear. I’ll see you soon,

Felix