I owe all of you on the bus a great deal. Times when I had no one, I had all of you. Times when I was tired of holding on, you held me up. Thank you, all. It means so much more now. This is the anniversary of my father's death and my regret and guilt are eating me alive. Please sit with me.
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Once you are real, you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always....
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