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    Funeral plans for the three deceased have yet to be disclosed.
     

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    EXCERPTED FROM THE DIARY OF DAVID CRANFORD,
BARTENDER, THE COVE, AUSTIN, TEXAS
     

     
     

     

     

     

JANINE DALTREY:
    Right after we established ourselves as a couple, Dave became this wishy-washy, indecisive guy. It was always,
I love you, I hate you, I love you, I hate you
. Our relationship was defined by blowout arguments and awesome makeup sex. But that’s not a relationship, now, is it? For a while, I thought it was. But that was when I was a freshman, and I didn’t know any better.
    So naturally we broke up and got back together I-don’t-know-how-many times. It was always casual, so the breakups went down when we met somebody else, and the reunions happened when we were lonely. When he started calling me, I wasn’t lonely, and when his calls became more frequent and more desperate, I started screening them. I wasn’t seeing anybody, but I wasn’t lonely.
    On the night of April 13, like around eleven thirty, I’m in my jammies, brushing my teeth, face covered in this blue exfoliating cream, ready to crash, and my doorbell rings. We have a security camera by the front door, so I checked out the monitor, and there’s Dave, looking wasted. I said, “What’re you doing here, David?”
    He whined, “I miss you, Janine. Like soooooo much.” He tended to get needy when he was really drunk.
    I told him, “I’m about to get into bed.”
    He said, “Perfect timing!”
    I said, “Not really. Why don’t you go home and sleep it off? How did you get here?”
    He said, “I walked.” Still whiny.
    I said, “I’ll call you a cab.”
    He said, “That’s really nice of you. Can you come down and wait with me?”
    I said, “Dave, it’s almost midnight. I’ve got my face shit on.”
    He said, “Wipe it off and keep me company. I don’t feel good. My stomach hurts.”
    He sounded like a five-year-old crying for his mommy. I’m such a sap that I