One of my neightbors died. The good one. Vince and Ilse have been our great neighbors since my mom was a little girl. I've know Vince all my life. Then I wake up today and my day goes "Guess who died?" He might not have known how to put it, but that was a bit harsh. But it's okay. They were good friends and my dad was hurt too. Vince Cannizarro was a great guy. He used to play tennis wiht his longtime wife Ilse. I remmember them sunbathing in the afternoon sun in their garage. Every chance they got. That's why they were so tan and why, lately, they'be been so pale.
I'll miss Vince. I didn't cry, but I'll miss him.
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I'm sorry, Mike. I know that he appreciates how much you care.
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