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Heart Attack

I just thought of Pita gasping for breath as his body struggled to maintain his body temperature. Then I looked at the clock as realized I miss his Sunday journal entry.

You weren’t far from my mind, Pita. As I worked, I kept mindful around the bed to assure that I did not sit on “you”. Yes, I can still see you in a way and it hurts so much when I realize you’ll never sleep next to me again :*(

I guess you returned from your visit to San Francisco and am sitting in spirit at the foot my bed. Thank you for your company.

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