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  • I remember him listening to Sheryl Crow, the Bee Gee's and Billy Joel. I don't remember listening to any of these with him except Sheryl Crow, when he drove me places. Tapping his fingers along with the music.

    At a stoplight I held his hand. We were leaving the Wonderland Southdale plaza, at that moment I realized that I was alive and that everyone I had ever loved was alive. I held my eyes shut and have remembered that feeling ever since.

    We were on Wharncliffe, he told me that he thought Art Garfunkel was more talented than Paul Simon but Paul Simon was more business minded.

    During highschool he would wake me up by pulling the covers off me. I would run with my oatmeal to his vehicle to catch the bus. We rarely caught it and usually raced down Southdale. Somedays we would illegally turn left to make another bus stop before the bus did. A daily dose of adrenaline and an empty porridge bowl in the back seat for the rest of his day.
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