In 2008, you and I were in Biddeford, helping a real piece of work, pack up his house, and move out of state, to R.I. I think. You were a Marine, very short, muscular, with hard hair, and a really great personality. I became really sick that day, and you fought with that guy, who refused to let me leave. You drove me to Portland, and dropped me off at Maine Med. I have looked for you, all these years. I owe you so much for your help. I hope one day, we will meet again, as I would like to buy you dinner. That is the very least I owe you. I can remember every word of our conversation, on the way to Portland. I said it then, and I say it now, you are a good man. I hope you will always remember that.
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