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Dear Renee´,

I still think of you every day. I don't cry every day because I saw you infrequently and it's as if you will visit soon, as you always told me. But every so often the finality hits me and off I go on a crying jag.

This time, I was watching the movie, San Andreas with Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. I don't know what triggered the sudden deluge, the death of loved ones or being reminded that San Francisco and surroundings were your stomping grounds. Or simply because I wish we watched it together. Perhaps, all the above.

I miss you. .

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