Jan 16, 2006 03:55
Father was never much like grandfather or grandma...
He was more like...
...like him...
I was the last one to fall...
I was always sort of different...
...And that haunting laugh... so familiar, and I didn't understand why...
It.. it can't be...
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Oh, crud, that reminds me; those notes! I still haven't gotten 'em to you!
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