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I bear Malcolm's ashes on my right hand now as my necklace broke this weekend on his anniversary.
And then inexplicably, my laptop played Bob Marley when it was closed and shut down.
I do not presume to understand the cosmic implications of anything I do. I miss Malcolm. There's nothing more to me than that.
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Strange things happen when you're Chief Big Dog. Think of the good things and let Malcolm's memory carry you through. Perhaps Malcolm was talking to you through the cosmos. Keep an open mind and remember Luke, we all love you.
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