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Ohhhh, Canadia. I know just how that feels. A few months after my dad died, I was merchandising a pajama table, and there he was, at the jewelry counter: tall and lanky with thinning grey hair, ratty sneakers, jeans and one of those Levi's Trucker jackets, all denim with the white wool collar. I think I was off for a week after that.
I'm sorry that happened to you. I wouldn't wish that on anyone :(


*hugs* I'm so sorry for your loss! That's happened to me with my grandmother, I swear I've seen her in different stores, even wearing the same flowered shirts she used to wear.

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