_Seriously?! You forgot?! No posts all the way through Hallo-freaking-ween?!
_I don't care about pretend chats anymore. _Oh.. did you get a social life?
_Not really. _Who are these people then?
_Kidnapped them. _Oh... _Yep.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die.
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