Sally:
Hey, little brother
So you weren’t in Montana
David:
You know me better then that, this time of year I am in Mexico more often then no
Sally:
So what happen in Montana?
David:
No one will know for awhile, but I can tell you, I would never fly a ___________ (I didn’t catch the name)
Sally:
Do you think he ran out of gas?
David:
'I don’t know?
Sally:
Does it make you nervous?
David:
No! whatever it was, I wouldn’t let it happen to me! I am too careful.
Twenty Years, Two Hundred and Forty Months, Seven Thousand Days, and Three Hundred Days. Since we started chasing Leukemia.
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