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| Simon Sept 15 2003 |
| Thank you so much for fighting to save me. Thank you for letting me go. I tried 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 my toys away, Don�t you want to play with the ball or squeaky bone? Maybe it wouldn�t be asmuch fun to play with them alone. That place you made in the yard is nice, with flowers and a teddy bear. I�ll try to get my teeth on that and drag it laughing through the air. I watched you find a photo of me and put it on the fridge. I will remember your face as well and meet you at the Bridge. By Kyle Kimberlin |
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