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When your buddy gets vaporized right in front of you like a bad decision at a buffet. You’re left staring at a heap of clothes that used to be them.
My guy vanished mid-sentence. All that was left was his robe and a bad joke.
She blinked and he was gone. Just like that. No warning. No mercy.
He was there one second, gone the next. Left a pile of fabric and my hopes in the trash.