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Friday, October 19, 2007
Well, its been a week after graduation night, a week after that accident. This is gonna be my last post about wrixon. He passed away on wednesday morning, after his family decided not to subject him to the medicinal torture anymore. He was literally kept alive by the medicine pumped into his body. It was really an unfortunate incident. For it to happen on graduation night itself, what more he was trying to pick up his graduation gift when he got knocked down. Well, he may not have a chance to take the O levels, but at the very least he had a good graduation night. Rest in piece wrixon. Once a Victorian, always a Victorian.
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