Mitch Albom
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You'll come to my grave? To tell me your problems? My problems? Yes.' And you'll give me answers? I'll give you what I can. Don't I always? I picture his grave, on the hill, overlooking the pond, some little nine foot piece of earth where they will place him, cover him with dirt, put a stone on top. Maybe in a few weeks? Maybe in a few days? I see myself sitting there alone, arms across my knees, staring into space. It won't be the same, I say, not being able to hear you talk. Ah, talk . . . He closes his eyes and smiles. Tell you what. After I'm dead, you talk. And I'll listen.

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