jay
raze
we
used
to
see
him
in
the
park
.
always
on
the
same
bench
.
always
smiling
.
he
said
he
liked
that
we
were
so
close
.
he
didn't
see
much
of
his
father
.
they
didn't
get
along
.
he
shared
a
song
he
wrote
.
in
a
video
clip
he
filmed
himself
,
he
sat
cross
-legged
with
the
trunk
of
a
tree
at
his
back
.
a
friend
played
classical
guitar
.
it
was
just
some
simple
thing
about
love
.
probably
written
for
a
girl
who
didn't
exist
.
i
thought
there
was
something
heartfelt
and
pure
in
his
voice
.
i
shared
some
of
my
writing
with
him
.
all
he
had
to
say
about
it
was
that
he
thought
it
was
kind
of
cheesy.
last
i
heard
,
he
was
trying
to
figure
out
if
there
was
a
way
to
go
after
his
boss
for
harassment
because
he
wasn't
interested
in
paying
him
to
play
on
his
phone
all
day
.
we
don't
see
him
anymore
.
on
the
right
breast
of
the
bench
where
he
once
sat
,
someone
has
tattooed
a
single
word
in
ink
the
colour
of
the
coagulated casein
he
said
my
words
reminded
him
of
: "boobs".
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...
raze
he
called
my
dad
at
the
office
today
.
said
he
didn't
know
if
he
would
remember
him
from
the
park
,
but
he
needed
his
advice
.
my
dad
asked
if
it
had
anything
to
do
with
a
work
-related
injury
. jay
said
no
. "
i'm
sorry
,"
my
dad
said
. "
but
i
can't
help
you
with
any
of
your
cheesy
problems
."
and
he
hung
up
on
him
.
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