recreation

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I sit there, crying in the field for who knows how long.. My screen soaked. Before I wipe my tears away. I have unfinished business to take care of. I use MeLife and I recreate OJ's hotel.. Somehow still having access to it..

I wander around... Seeing all the rooms... Perfectly in line... How I miss everyone already.. But no time for tears. We have to get this done.

For the next hour... I recreate everyone... Microphone, fan, cheesy, knife... Lightbulb... Even Bow and Dough... I write them all down on paper, how they were, how they acted... I hope it brings them back...

after what seems like an eternity.. Piles of paper lay on the floor where I've been working... I'm exhausted... My battery's getting low... I know I can't stop now... I still have a lot more to do... Taco... Paper.. OJ... Balloon... And... An extra special guest... But... Eventually.. Without realizing it.. I pass out... Hoping to dream of bringing everyone back...

I hope this works, and I'm not too late. Are my last thoughts, as I drift off....

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