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Oct 2018
There you are. Name engraved on a headstone. Dates marked out. Dead roses sit at the bottom. I sit to the side so I don't sit on your casket. I open two beers, one for you and one for me. I talk about what's going on; how ****** New York Rangers is going to be this year. I just sit there and talk to you for hours; Way past the hour I said I would. When it's time to leave I get up, fold my chair and say "I love you." Before turning around and leaving.
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Barker
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Barker  M/Ottawa
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