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(Olive lasted all of five minutes at Stone’s funeral. She left the following note at his final resting spot.)
Stone,
You take up as much space in death as you did in life.
Goodbye, Olive

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(Olive lasted all of five minutes at Stone’s funeral. She left the following note at his final resting spot.)
Stone,
You take up as much space in death as you did in life.
Goodbye, Olive
# for Stone
What your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Stone AKA The Hulk
What your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: It’s not Stone, but a picture of Kai’s cast from the time Stone broke his arm.
What your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Zero to Hero (Hercules soundtrack LOL)
My muse’s last text to your muse: “Dude, fuck you. Currently texting you from the couch because that strength and conditioning you told me about kicked my ass.”
And what about me?
Everything you’ve been through and you’re still a good person. You’re braver than I’ll ever be, and I admire that about you.
And what about me?
“Honestly, I want you to rail me”
And what about me?
I like how big and beefy your thighs are. Have you tried crushing a watermelon between them?
what about me?
You’re what I hoped my father would be. Strong, loyal, protective. But more than that, you believe in me. I always hoped my father would believe in me.
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Seven isn’t going to be the same without you, you held us all together. I’ll really try to be a good mentor since you can’t be here to do it anymore. I promise.
# for Stone
- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Stone Oakland - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:
- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: default - my muse’s last text to your muse:
“Mr. Oakland, you blocked my bicycle parking your car. Please come to move it.”