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“When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all 

at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time - the way the mail stops coming, 

and her scent fades away from the pillows and even from the clothes in her 

closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. 

Just when the day comes - when there's a particular missing part that 

overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever - there comes another 

day, and another specifically missing part.”

― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany ―

# miss someone who always said "you're hot...... HOT TEMPER ! hahahaha =)