Christ. Okay, I'm still not processing this. You can't be gone. I've tried again and again, and it still refuses to compute no matter how much scotch or bourbon are involved.
I can't get straight answers, man. It's driving me crazy, you know how I am. What the holy bloody hell happened? No warning, nothing.
Few others ever, *ever* remembered when we were in a danger zone. You always checked in on us. Always.
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Except I have to say for Abbs...anyone who sleeps in a coffin is pretty darn cool:)
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I can't get straight answers, man. It's driving me crazy, you know how I am. What the holy bloody hell happened? No warning, nothing.
Few others ever, *ever* remembered when we were in a danger zone. You always checked in on us. Always.
And now you're gone, and I have no idea why.
This drink is for you, my friend.
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Godspeed my friend.
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