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Kevin P

His spelling isn’t always perfect. But how can you not love him any way? His conviction strong, efforts worth it, and I’d rely on him any old day.

Remember all the pizza we tasted? Or playing soccer together in sneakers? Or maybe those times we got wasted! And the hub bub purchasing speakers.

We’ve never actually sailed together, but you tried to use it for my romance. The wind was dead, let’s blame the weather. At least when you DJed, it was a banging dance.

I once popped an umbrella in your face. You forgave me, always kind as can be. Even though I invaded your space, Mr. Petrikas, you’re always a friend to me.

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