Endings are always hard to write. You want to sum up the story, tie up as many ends as you can, and hope to it justice. When writing this piece about Jenna and I, reaching the end was no different, except reaching the end of this story meant reaching the end of hers —
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a truth which I am struggling to grapple with. I know no story can do her justice, and ends are rarely fully tied. But I hope that through it, she can live on and be remembered for all she was.