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I miss my Pop-pop, I really do. Every time I come home, I just keep remembering him. He was never part of life at school, so I don't think of him then, but when I'm with my family, especially my mother, I can't stop thinking about him. And no one seems to get how hard it is for me to even think about him, let alone talk about him. Today we were in
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