I find myself talking to him. It goes like this: "You fucking moron. I kept telling you to go see a doctor. You waited 15 years before you decided to go.
Oh, and I'm talking actually to him. He's in a very nice wooden box in my foyer.
One of these days his brother and I will take him to Chicagp and put him with his mother. I think I have him
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