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I look back and can't believe how long it's been when we last talked. Everything that happened, looking back, you were always one of the best I talked with on Steam.
Knowing you're gone, it stings. Sometimes one forgets that behind each screen is a person, and when that person passes, it doesn't feel real. That's when it hits you. That reality continues and we continue to age, and we don't know when it'll all end until it's too late.
We never met in person, but we talked and went through a lot. Stuff I won't forget, honestly. I grew as a person in countless ways, and you were always so freaking nice and polite with things.
Genuinely, I hope you're in a better place, Mark. Fly high, man.
Rest in peace. Gone way too soon.
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