Authors: Joel Cobbs
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d
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stop
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06
It
touched
me
how
someone
could
p
l
ace
th
i
s
on
a
tom
b
st
o
ne
kno
wi
n
g
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w
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r
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a
b
le
t
o
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ad
i
t
.
I
w
a
nte
d
t
o
kno
w
w
h
at
th
e
po
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n
t
o
f
th
at
w
a
s
.
I
s
it
li
k
e
a
s
o
ci
a
l
th
i
n
g
(
H
e
y
,
l
oo
k
a
t
w
h
at
my
d
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s
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d
f
am
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ly
did
f
o
r
m
e!
)
o
r
w
as
i
t
m
o
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o
f
a
r
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pe
ct
th
i
n
g
(S
e
e
ho
w
m
u
ch we
l
ov
e
he
r
!
)?
I
w
a
s
n
't
r
e
a
lly
su
r
e
,
t
o
b
e
ho
n
e
s
t
. I did
n
't
kno
w
w
h
at w
a
s
o
n
Mo
m
'
s,
eve
n
th
o
ug
h
I
'd
bee
n
the
re f
o
r
t
h
e f
un
e
ra
l
a
n
d
e
ve
r
yth
i
ng
.
I
kne
w
it
s
aid
s
o
m
e
t
h
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ng
,
j
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st
d
id
n
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kno
w
w
h
a
t
.
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h
e
w
a
s
n
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the
re
a
ny
w
a
y
.
S
he
'd
b
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n
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te
d
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d
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r
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d
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ll
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lf
o
f
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co
th
a
nk
s
t
o
a
f
a
m
ily
f
r
i
en
d
w
h
o
w
as
a
l
s
o
a
p
il
ot
.
F
i
n
a
ll
y
,
I
c
o
u
ld
s
e
e
it
in
th
e
d
i
s
t
a
n
c
e
.
I
c
o
u
ld
te
ll
it
w
as
he
r
, j
u
st
b
y
t
h
e
l
ast
n
ame
a
n
d
da
t
e
o
f
d
e
a
th
.
“
2
0
0
8
.
”
I
j
u
st
s
too
d
th
e
r
e
,
c
l
o
se
eno
u
g
h
t
o
se
e
b
u
t
no
t
r
e
ad
m
u
ch
o
n
i
t
.
I
f
e
lt
te
a
r
s
a
ppe
ar
a
n
d q
u
i
c
k
ly
t
u
r
ne
d
a
way
a
n
d
l
e
f
t
.
I
did
n
't
nee
d
t
h
is.
I
f
I
w
a
nte
d
t
o
f
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l
b
ad,
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c
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ld
g
o
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t
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t
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o
f
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l
s
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n
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l
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ic
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as
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s
s
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r
if
i
ce
i
s
n
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w
o
r
t
h
i
t
.
I s
l
a
m
m
e
d
th
e
t
r
u
ck
d
o
o
r
a
n
d
l
o
o
ke
d
at
i
t
.
I
w
as
s
i
tt
i
n
g
in
th
e
s
ame
p
l
a
ce
d
o
i
n
g
ex
a
c
t
ly w
h
at
I
'd
d
on
e
th
e
d
ay
sh
e di
e
d.
I
c
ou
ld f
ee
l
th
e
te
a
r
s
beg
in
t
o
a
ppe
a
r
.