Dearly Beloved,
We are virtually gathered here today in front of our screens to remember a fallen friend. A brother born of sweat, tears and iron from American union workers. Some of us know him better than others. Some of us had good times with him. Some of us laughed at him at first but grew to love him and dare I say, envy his owner. The demise of the Lincoln, My Lincoln or as I called him, "the Link," was a sad and stately event in my life. It went a little something like this...
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