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June 27, 2005

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Scotty

That is a very touching chapter. I especially liked the part when you were driving home and saw flames and worried your apartment and your stuff was burning... what about worrying that your brother downstairs was a quivering mass of charred flesh!!!

"You broke my heart Fredo..."

Then again... I'm never home.

Just kidding-- and that's a real "just kidding", not the other "just kidding" when somebody says something horrible that deep down they really mean, and then they crack a phony smile and say,...

I love you. Did you laugh? Laughter's good.

S

Carrie K

Wow. This is what I needed to hear as we clean out the clutter of things my grandmother saved and as I prepare to say goodbye to my mother. Thank you for being inside my head!

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