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| Thank you so much for fighting to save me. Thank you for letting me go. I tired to so hard to stay and when at last I had to leave your arms, I didn�t know you�d cry so much, for such a little friend. I saw you put our toys away, Don�t you want to play with the ball or squeaky bone? Maybe it wouldn�t be as fun to play with them alone. That place you made in the yard beneath the tree is so nice, with flowers and the sun. I will shine in your heart always. I will remember your face as well and meet you at the Bridge. |
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| Mizz Scarlett Barber O'Hara |