I hardly ever saw you outside of work, but at work we talked often. We were a part of something that was outside of our world at the time. People that found us incompetent surrounded us, but we knew better and we leaned on each other when we needed to. At that time we didn’t understand the details of things. We didn’t comprehend the importance of the cogs we just saw the wheel. I knew you for only a few years, but the memory of you haunts me like some smiling ghost. You worked by that hot metal and you died by it. You were my friend and still are. You deserved more and one day maybe I can give more.
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