It's scary to think about how a life can just be gone, like the whiff of a candle's fire.
Mr. Puckett was my 7th grade math teacher. He was found dead in his apartment when a colleague showed up at his house because he didn't show up for school.
At least he didn't die a painful death, it was in his sleep.
At least he didn't die a painful death, it was in his sleep.
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