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So I’m thinking about everything and it’s funny that when you start to miss someone, everything you do reminds you of them. A certain song plays, oh I remember that song playing in your car. someone says a phrase, I remember when you said that phrase. someone laughs a certain way, which sounded like the way you laughed. The fact that today is Sunday and I’m not spending it with you makes me realize how fast things have changed. But hey, your actions define who you are. I hope you miss me.