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  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    We broke up, and have both moved on to other things. We don't talk, but I still think of you. My first and only love. I think, and remember the way it felt when your hair was long, your arm was around my shoulder, and your lips were so soft. The way you dance, your handwriting, your terr...
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    Cameron, I miss you. How could you leave me? I'm not the only one either. Your mom is trying so hard to be strong, but she shouldn't have to. You should have worn your seat belt. You have gotten into several accidents where the seat belt saved your life, reckless driver that you were. ...
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    I remember the way you would use any excuse to show off your muscles, always with that cocky smile. I remember when we were using the sifter at the beach to find shells, and you went to use it for a second, and caught a little fish. I remember how you always but a bug in the ear of the drive...
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    Four months, three days. That's how long ago my dad got a phone call, and looked like he was about to cry. That's how long ago he made us finish the laundry before telling us anything. It's how long ago I couldn't believe it, and went to a party, half in shock, because there was ...
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    You would lift me on your shoulders. You threw me in the pool. You generated the little bit of interest I have in video games. You were a Marine, and proud. These are great traits, and these would be enough to make me miss you. But more important than all these, you were always there for me. Whet...
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    Okay, it's a memorial service, not a funeral. There is no body, since he was cremated. We are mourning Cameron's death, but all the while celebrating his life. My dad asks me to take a few pictures for him; my Aunt Shirley wants at least one of everybody, so she can send out thank you card...

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