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I'm bummed. We were buddies
Wendy, I'm sorry for you loss; I'm sure he was a good friend.
I want to go on the Queen Mary where they are going to put up a permanent memorial for him to try and see if he's there. I'm kinda psychic and one night I felt my dad behind me. The next day, I told Peter and he said that yeah, and he was watching you eating purple candy. I almost shit when he said that. I was eating purple pixie sticks. I sort the colors and those were the last of them.
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