July 8, 2018

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Writing in this book feels strange honestly. Why did I do this? Anyway, I visited you. I saw Aunt Gabs crying there. She seems to miss you a lot. After she left, I went to your grave and lay beside you, trying my best to remember you. I think I remember a little. Something about salvias. The flowers I had? I guess you liked them, huh? 

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