I looked down at the freshly turned soil. He was in there, my Bodie, William Bodie, Bodie with the dark looks and the wonderful body. The others have all gone on, even Cowley, but I stay, mourning you, wishing you hadn't stepped in front of that bullet. If you hadn't... It's hard saying good by to a friend... friend? You were more than a friend to me. I can still see that wicked gleam in your eyes, still see that half smile when you tried so hard not to smile. If only you hadn't stepped in front of that bullet, the bullet meant for me.

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