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| It's so weird without Bill here anymore. But sometimes it's as if I can still see him, like he's still here with us. | |
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| And sometimes I swear I can still hear his sweet voice. | |
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| Rest well, little William, the Lord holds thee now. | |
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| I'M NOT FUCKING DEAD, RETARD!!! | |
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