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Your name came up tonight over a cup a' joe. God, I miss you so much. You would love it here. I don't exactly know where we went wrong. All I know is there isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss you just a little. You were predictable and bitter. 700 miles apart. Who would've thought. I hope you are doing well, my freebird. Noone will ever take your place. P.s. Happy Birthday.
