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This is what happens when we’re friends and it’s your birthday…
Kev and I. Known him over six years, four of those we worked together. Friday was his last day. He left to catch a dream. There’s no line I could draw or words I could write that’d get across how monumental he’s been to me. So I won’t. I’m glad he’s gone. He’ll finally shine so bright.
These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding.
Bless her heart.
