i get off the train, hug my gramsie. get in the car, turn on the radio. but it isn't the radio, it's my papa's voice. he's singing. and i just froze. how can my grandma listen to that every day. it would rip me apart., then i came home, and his shoes are right where he left them before he died. they haven't been touched or moved. everyone was in
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so i can come to the east coast and be with you.
i'll come for like a month, or as long as i possibly can.
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