I miss you, too, Deb. I think about you often. I miss talking to you and bouncing ideas off of you and discussing things over cups of coffee with milk that you made someone get us. I miss your voice and hearing your opinion. And I miss hanging out at your house. You remain one of the few friends that understood so much of my intentions. You kept me humble. You keep me dedicated. I miss your friendship deeply.
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I miss you, too, Deb. I think about you often. I miss talking to you and bouncing ideas off of you and discussing things over cups of coffee with milk that you made someone get us. I miss your voice and hearing your opinion. And I miss hanging out at your house. You remain one of the few friends that understood so much of my intentions. You kept me humble. You keep me dedicated. I miss your friendship deeply.
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