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I believe this to be true and that the reverse is equally valid. What I mean is that the ones that we love never really leave us.
It's a kind of leftover love. Leftover as in "remaining" or "surplus".
And this makes me smile because this only happens when there was so much to begin with.
Remembering Douglas Lawrence Cheow
(2 November 1957 - 26 March 1991)
with all the leftover love.
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