Thirty-nine.

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He smiles and sits down at the graveyard, next to where his mother was buried. "You've missed a lot," he says.

"I've met this girl. She's great. I think you'd really like her." He lets a small smile through and continues speaking. "Ryan's doing alright. He's been better than I thought he would be actually."

A tear falls from the boy's eye. He clears his throat and wipes his eye with his sleeve. "I'm sorry," he sniffs. "This isn't what I meant to do here. This is a happy moment. Just me talking to you, mom."

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