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"Pete, I hate to be the one to tell you this," Joe says and pauses "but Patrick is. Dead.". He says it with tears forming in his blue eyes. No, that's impossible, he can't be dead. He isn't dead, I tell myself. He isn't dead. Tears fall from my eyes and Joe pulls me into a hug. No, no, no, no. This isn't right. He's not dead. He can't be dead. I'll see him tomorrow when I get back to Chicago. He. Isn't. Dead. I keep telling myself that this is just a bad dream. And I'll wake up soon with the warm body of Patrick squished up against me. He's alive. I know he's alive. This is just a nightmare.