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10:54 a.m. - 2005-12-14 I was writing out sympathy cards to Uncle J's sisters, and when I got to Uncle G, I stopped. Sympathy cards are religious, trite, sappy affairs. Not at all like Uncle G. So I wrote him a letter instead, much like the tribute I wrote to them in my diary a few pages back. I was much happier with that. Cards and packages are all done and ready to be mailed on my lunch break. Yup.
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