Dearly beloved: the truth about grief

Dear friend who just lost her dad,

I wish I had a never ending supply of that’s what she said jokes to cushion what lies ahead. I wish Borat was real, and the 3 of us could paint the town in funny colors; you’d wake up with a “pain over” instead of the real thing. I clearly have too many wishes, so I’m writing instead.
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