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“Do you remember the first time we met, Uncle Vic?”
“I do, I do. Even then, I could see through that Lone Ranger costume you were wearing to the brave young man hiding behind it.”
“I wasn’t hiding. I was just…”
“I know.”
“Uncle Vic, I’m nervous. What if I’ve made the wrong decision?”
“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time!”
“C’mon, I’m serious. How do I know I’ve made the right choice?”
“Only time will tell. All you can do is try your best to grow each day and keep the fire inside you burning. Dwell too long on ‘What Ifs’ and you’ll find yourself paralyzed by fear. I’ve seen what you’re capable of, and I expect great things out of you.”
The young man slowly looked over the memories adorning the shelves of the room around them.
“It’s weird to think I’ll probably never live here again. You know I—I’ve been meaning to say thanks, you know, for everything. I feel like I didn’t say that enough.”
“You thanked me every time you faced a challenge and didn’t back down. You thanked me every time you worked harder than you needed to because you wanted to be more than average. You thanked me a million times and more by just being the best you could be.”
“I’m going to miss you guys so much. I’m going to miss this place, everything.”
“Oh, don’t be silly! We’re not going anywhere. You might have somewhere to go right now, but you need to know your family is always here for you. Because that’s what we are. We’re family, and you’re not getting rid of us that easy.”
The young man laughed and looked up from the floor.
“Thanks.”
“Come on, let’s go and have some dinner. I hear there’s a special surprise on the menu.”
The old man paused in the door frame as they left and, in that instant before the light turned off, his eyes filled with tears and his heart filled with pride.
+ Show Spoiler +Apologies for the overly-sentimental tripe. Just something to kill some time and help myself contextualize the sad news. 
 
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I suppose even in leaving Huk did something unique, showing everyone how to properly say good bye. LeBron and his PR crew really should take some lessons.
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:< I'm saddened by the news too...we should all watch sad movies and eat ice cream together.
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This heartwarming story reminds me of my first true love.
I'd known her for years. We used to go to all the police functions together. Ah, how I loved her, but she had her music. I think she had her music. She'd hang out with the Chicago Male Chorus and Symphony. I don't recall her playing an instrument or being able to carry a tune. Yet she was on the road 300 days of the year. In fact, I bought her a harp for Christmas. She asked me what it was.
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On August 17 2011 05:16 Frank Drebin wrote:
This heartwarming story reminds me of my first true love.
I'd known her for years. We used to go to all the police functions together. Ah, how I loved her, but she had her music. I think she had her music. She'd hang out with the Chicago Male Chorus and Symphony. I don't recall her playing an instrument or being able to carry a tune. Yet she was on the road 300 days of the year. In fact, I bought her a harp for Christmas. She asked me what it was.
Most random thing I've read all day, including in the countdown thread.
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+ Show Spoiler +Even if I'm a little confused by the overly melodramatic community reaction to the news...
... I have to say that, as a flash fiction, it was very well written and very moving !
Thanks for the read.
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On August 17 2011 05:18 Enhancer_ wrote:Show nested quote +On August 17 2011 05:16 Frank Drebin wrote:
This heartwarming story reminds me of my first true love.
I'd known her for years. We used to go to all the police functions together. Ah, how I loved her, but she had her music. I think she had her music. She'd hang out with the Chicago Male Chorus and Symphony. I don't recall her playing an instrument or being able to carry a tune. Yet she was on the road 300 days of the year. In fact, I bought her a harp for Christmas. She asked me what it was. Most random thing I've read all day, including in the countdown thread.
It's from the movie... :D
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The funeral continues.
I have actually been so sad since noon.
Whats for dinner?
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On August 17 2011 05:14 Hot_Bid wrote:
I suppose even in leaving Huk did something unique, showing everyone how to properly say good bye. LeBron and his PR crew really should take some lessons.
Indeed. Seeing it handled with such class makes you wonder how LBJ ever got it so wrong.
On August 17 2011 05:16 Frank Drebin wrote:
This heartwarming story reminds me of my first true love.
I'd known her for years. We used to go to all the police functions together. Ah, how I loved her, but she had her music. I think she had her music. She'd hang out with the Chicago Male Chorus and Symphony. I don't recall her playing an instrument or being able to carry a tune. Yet she was on the road 300 days of the year. In fact, I bought her a harp for Christmas. She asked me what it was.
What's funny about this post is that it can be read as either a funny, light-hearted reply or a really cynical comment on fandom. I'll go with the former.
On August 17 2011 05:20 ComaDose wrote:
The funeral continues.
I have actually been so sad since noon.
Whats for dinner?
Your favorite childhood pet.
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Why would Huk eat sparky?
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On August 17 2011 05:16 Frank Drebin wrote:
This heartwarming story reminds me of my first true love.
I'd known her for years. We used to go to all the police functions together. Ah, how I loved her, but she had her music. I think she had her music. She'd hang out with the Chicago Male Chorus and Symphony. I don't recall her playing an instrument or being able to carry a tune. Yet she was on the road 300 days of the year. In fact, I bought her a harp for Christmas. She asked me what it was.
I lol'ed. Seriously man... How random was that....
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Morose as I am now that you must leave,
To tell it true, to you rapt we'll look so,
Ignore the frowning fare and tears on sleeve,
And we'll miss you, saddened to see Huk Go
For though the teams will change, you to EG,
And we'll remain, a few so humble fans,
Hot favorites don't oft' change, but stay easy,
In spite of these so few and fumbled plans
Consign to mem'ry your so noble plays,
And fall from mind a cast of broken men,
To leave behind the green of salad days,
The wound cut deep, but we'll return again
In your thin wake, we're left resting, torpid,
Forget us not, the brave men of liquid
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On August 17 2011 05:26 JackMcCoy wrote:Show nested quote +On August 17 2011 05:16 Frank Drebin wrote:
This heartwarming story reminds me of my first true love.
I'd known her for years. We used to go to all the police functions together. Ah, how I loved her, but she had her music. I think she had her music. She'd hang out with the Chicago Male Chorus and Symphony. I don't recall her playing an instrument or being able to carry a tune. Yet she was on the road 300 days of the year. In fact, I bought her a harp for Christmas. She asked me what it was. What's funny about this post is that it can be read as either a funny, light-hearted reply or a really cynical comment on fandom. I'll go with the former.
I'm sorry I can't be more optimistic but we've got a long road ahead of us. It's like having sex; it's a painstaking and arduous task that seems to go on and on forever, and just when you think things are going your way, nothing happens.
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On August 17 2011 08:50 Frank Drebin wrote:Show nested quote +On August 17 2011 05:26 JackMcCoy wrote:On August 17 2011 05:16 Frank Drebin wrote:
This heartwarming story reminds me of my first true love.
I'd known her for years. We used to go to all the police functions together. Ah, how I loved her, but she had her music. I think she had her music. She'd hang out with the Chicago Male Chorus and Symphony. I don't recall her playing an instrument or being able to carry a tune. Yet she was on the road 300 days of the year. In fact, I bought her a harp for Christmas. She asked me what it was. What's funny about this post is that it can be read as either a funny, light-hearted reply or a really cynical comment on fandom. I'll go with the former. I'm sorry I can't be more optimistic but we've got a long road ahead of us. It's like having sex; it's a painstaking and arduous task that seems to go on and on forever, and just when you think things are going your way, nothing happens.
Nice beaver...
+ Show Spoiler +From someone who gets the reference 
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