Dear friends, today we gather to mourn the loss of a dear earring. Yes. Yes, it's true. Last night as I walked out into the chilled darkness through the parking lot of the liquor warehouse, my hand reached up to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. Alas, bedraggled yet beautiful white feather earring, you were gone. You are lost to the ages. There is now only one earring where two once hung. This bedraggled yet beautiful white feather earring is gone but shall not be immediately forgotten. Bless you. Bless you, wherever you are.
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| R.I.P. |
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