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March 13, 2009

LJ: Sometimes You Have to Know When to Leave

They all said at his funeral that they couldn't understand it. He'd gotten such good grades without really trying, gotten a high-paying job straight out of college, married Miss Local Town and had three beautiful children, made bucketloads of money... and died at age thirty-four. He'd lived such a charmed life, and it abruptly ended at an age anyone would consider far too young.

The day after the funeral came the nuclear attacks, the destruction of Chicago, New York, and LA. As the President declared the beginning of World War Three, all his friends understood. He really was very lucky.

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