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Brinley I really need to talk you....

*wipes my tears but continues to cry*

*hugs you and takes a deep breathe*

*cries*why did he drink?! why didn't he have someone else take him home?! why him?!*cries harder*

I wish I could tell you but I have the same questions*tears up*

*cries*he was like my forest and I was his Jenny

and he was my Bubba. we were the three musketeers.