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Dear John,
Where do I start this story man? I guess it all starts down on Saratoga Ave. when we were little. I remember going to Rocky and Bowinkles together for our birthdays. I remember when we would go to the fair with grandma all the time. I remember getting season passes to Great America. I rmember living with grandma when times were tough. I remember when we would always be there for each other, when we were best friends. I rmember walking to the park from grandmas house to fly kites. I remember going to aunt gwens together. I remember always wrestling. I remember getting into my first fist fight with you. I remember when we came to alabama and you coming soon after. I remember the days in the ghetto, playing football, fighting the mexican kids. I remember so much more to, but they just go on forever. John come back. You were the closest relative i had. We were more like brothers you were closer than my real brothers. We grew up together man. please.please. come back. I cant descibe how i feel right now. all my feeling are completely shattered. I wish i could tell you i loved you man, one more time. Or just hang out one more time. i would do anything to bring you back, We always talked about things man. god i just dont understand. John know that i loved you man, ill be there to visit you quite often. I miss you.
Where do I start this story man? I guess it all starts down on Saratoga Ave. when we were little. I remember going to Rocky and Bowinkles together for our birthdays. I remember when we would go to the fair with grandma all the time. I remember getting season passes to Great America. I rmember living with grandma when times were tough. I remember when we would always be there for each other, when we were best friends. I rmember walking to the park from grandmas house to fly kites. I remember going to aunt gwens together. I remember always wrestling. I remember getting into my first fist fight with you. I remember when we came to alabama and you coming soon after. I remember the days in the ghetto, playing football, fighting the mexican kids. I remember so much more to, but they just go on forever. John come back. You were the closest relative i had. We were more like brothers you were closer than my real brothers. We grew up together man. please.please. come back. I cant descibe how i feel right now. all my feeling are completely shattered. I wish i could tell you i loved you man, one more time. Or just hang out one more time. i would do anything to bring you back, We always talked about things man. god i just dont understand. John know that i loved you man, ill be there to visit you quite often. I miss you.