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Dear Keefe,

You left.

You're really gone.  Really not coming back.  

I miss you so much.

Did you know I cried myself to sleep? I slept for thirteen hours straight and then didn't sleep a wink for the next two days. It's because I know you're not coming back.

I had a window sleepover last night.  Remember in Alvuterre? That seems so long ago.  But you were still Keefe.  I was still your favorite Lovely Lady F.

Your fearless Fos-Boss.

Your Foster.

I can only hope that you were sleeping alongside me wherever you've run off to.

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