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It was tempting fate to articulate our happiness.

I spoke to an old mate on the phone tonight and he told me he's got a serious illness and won't last a year. He won't want to be identified to the world, so I'll leave it at that. Ah fuck.

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  1. Yeah, what they said. And if you're reading this, good luck mate, and fill every moment you can with nuggets of bliss.

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