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Agony aunt ELIZABETH STARR on the tragedy of dying young
You saw him in the flower of his youth, played rugby or squash with him, perhaps, drank with him in the bar, talked late into the night, grew up with him at a time when life was bursting with freedom, passionate, golden, complicated, and stretching ahead forever.
Now, just a few years forward, he is gone. What has he taken? Certainty, perhaps, in the invulnerability of life. The bright promise you shared as students - that you could conquer the world, live a life unblemished, love unconditionally, forever.......
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