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I saw this on the news the other day.
You will be missed Mr Alexander. I read your books in fifth grade at the urging of my teacher.
Devoured them, and then found out the Black Cauldron was in the works.
My stuffed Gurgi came out of hiding in your honor, and my son will be recieving your books soon.
Rest well.
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There's something strange,
There's something wrong.
I see a change -
It's like when love dies.
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