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of Marijuana may have been illegal, and he may have been
wrong in using it, he did not deserve what came to him in the
end.
    So too, at that time Jeff was the
typical 20 something single male, who didn’t want to get into
another dramatic, long-term relationship. Who may have thought more
with the head between his legs than the one between his shoulders,
regardless of these faults; however, no one deserves death for such
small imperfections. Thus, though imperfect, he was a living,
breathing, thinking human being, able to feel not only his own pain
but the pain and joy of others as well, he was unique.
    As such, knowing or rather thinking at
that time that it would be sex he would be having with his friend
with benefits, he wanted to try something of the “Chocolate
flavor,” and thus he met Chiquita on a local adult sex-dating site.
“Jeff’s first encounter with Chiquita went as expected, and things
seem to be going well for the first few times they met,” Jason
stated. “Shortly before Thanksgiving of that year, I think, Jeff
said that Chiquita was asking him for things, such as paying some
of her bills, and buying her stuff that wasn’t right for a friend
with benefits relationship,” he added. Sadly, it would be a few
weeks later that Jeff would come to realize Chiquita’s true
intentions. Intentions, which would lead him to the path of his own
demise.

CHAPTER 3:
    JULY 19, 2010
    Arrangements
    Sipping her hazelnut coffee, she gazed
up at the gleaming rays of sunlight as they slowly slipped away
from the gloomy clouds above. “Mmm,” she sighed throatily,
swallowing her coffee, allowing the slight sugary tang; the
enticing, thick aroma and the enriched flavor to cast over her,
awaking her senses from the sleepy despair; the dismal nightmares
which were at the forefront of her mind falling back to random
thoughts.
    Taking a deep breath, she allowed the
slight humid air to fill her lungs, heartening her with a minor
renewed energy before casting it out, exhaling it slowly, only to
again be remembered of the sadness that was to follow in the coming
hours, days, weeks--years. The pain and hatred, the tears, which
would rain down the faces of her and each of her sisters as they
fought to stay positive and supportive for their saddened sister,
fought to stay composed and strong for their fallen nephew, all the
while thinking of their own children.
    Their minds racing through memories of
the past troubles, past moments of regret, feelings mixing with
shards of the past, the death that shadowed around them hovering
like a cloak of despair every time they thought of their parents.
Every time their memories of the past came to bear. Yet still, she
knew they would all try to stay positive, try and block out the
thoughts of dreaded loss each would feel if it were they in her
place, if it were them that had to go through the same trials of
death; despair of madness and regret.
    Them who would have to pick out a
coffin for their own beloved child; to gaze down at the lifeless
body and remember every fleeting moment, every happy thought, every
smile upon their face.… remember the last time they told them they
loved them. The last time they heard those words of love upon their
child’s lips, never thinking for a moment--it would be the
last.
    “ Just breathe… remember to
breathe,” Roxanne thought to herself as she prepared for the things
to come, things she did not want to do for one of her own sons or
daughters. The pain, the sadness and the chaotic thoughts that
seemed to be with her from the night before, the horrid visions,
the dreams she dreamt, just hours before. “Just breathe,” She said
to herself, tears streaming down the sides of her face as the
clouds above once again caught up with their morning prey, “just…
just breathe.”
     
    The Posting Wars Part
2
    “ It started with a few
simple condolences from strangers, people that only read what they
saw in the paper and the words of those few of us who