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2.02.2006
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Half of me died yesterday. It's either that or Peewee accidentally packed half of me and flew to San Jose with it. I'll never be that same person again without Peewee.
It's so unfair. We were supposed to be just fifty steps away from each other. One simple text message and I'm already at their doorstep in less than thirty seconds. Peewee is my comfort zone. He doesn't have to say or do anything. His presence alone brings me out of any negative thoughts or moods I've been having. It's pure magic.
Peewee, I'm gonna miss you big time. I'll see ya again, I promise.
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