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Rest In Peace Eightball



There wasn’t a dry eye in the place. I couldn't stopped crying, and hadn’t sobbed so intensely or so uncontrollably since my mom passed away.

His little body was buried in the backyard of a dear friend’s home. The place was packed with mourners, and the eulogy was lovely. There were flowers everywhere, along with the little plant I myself had taken.

We all took a dish of food and some refreshments. I took some Chili con Queso.

Rest in peace Eightball!




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playgirl
Apr. 27th, 2008 02:37 am (UTC)
Thank you Dave, I appreciate it.

Eightball belonged to one of my girlfriends, who loved him more than life itself. It was so very painful!

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