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Sent: 6/20/2014

To: amylockhart@yahoo.com

From: mikeygclifford@yahoo.com

Fuck, Amy I'm such a dumbass for writing emails to you. You're dead, and six feet under, so why can't I get that through my damn head?

I recall the day we went to get ice cream together, and you told me that you wanted to visit Paris with me someday. We were smitten and in love, and shared smiles together that day. I miss seeing you that way, Amy. I miss us.

I miss our long, late night walks, and your lame ass puns that can make me swerve and go back home, because what the hell, you're so lame.

There's a tub of ice cream right beside me and a part of me wishes you were here to finish it with me.

love,

a very sad michael clifford

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