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May 25

Dean,

I left the last note I wrote on the table, underneath a cup I forgot to put away before I went to bed. It's gone now, and part of me hopes you took it, but that's impossible right? Of course you disappeared too, so I guess nothing is all that impossible. It's not the same without you here.

Sam.

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