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Tragic

elliot I am dying read to me the ts of shut me i told the dog waiting for the last breath on master lap as my mother on her last day told me how do you know i am waiting for my sons and I told her you're my mother and we shared memories and they on the air plane so let go the suffering of black the dog as he waited for you to let go as we all here for you on my lap. and the plane arrived the next day to late for them but my mother knew the dog din't wait in vain of ashes to trash the mundane of a corpse buried upside down

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