If we are related, we have, through these pages, met."       THE END

When I beat him at his own game he cried fowl. 
There's no difference between the way a man dies and the way animals die. All are going back to the ground.

So maybe that’s what love means. Having the capacity to forgive the one who wronged you, no matter how deep the hurt was.

In my mind my obituary is done.It is done and it is right. It tells the truth and as awful as it can be, the truth is what matters. It is what I should be remembered by, if I'm remembered at all. Remember the truth. that is all that matters

Written By James Frey

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