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Sep 2013
When I’m sick
I think that is when I miss you the most.
We were best friends.
You knew what to do to make me feel better.
You would let me take naps till the pains went away.
You rubbed my stomach.
You cured it.
I hate being sick
Cause it makes me miss you
More than I already do.
11/14/2012
Jacqui
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   bob and Jessica Head
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