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All the memories we made together will sit in the deepest part of my heart for the rest of my life. It’s just crazy. One day he was here with us, enjoying his limited time on this planet, and the next thing I know, he’s just... gone. No warning. No goodbye. Nothing.
What sucks even more is there’s this guy named “sonolume.” I call him New Guy. New Guy is trying to impersonate him, and it’s honestly scary how good he is at pretending to be our beloved late friend. The voice, the mannerisms, the jokes—it’s almost convincing.
But I know the truth.
That is NOT Mr Mustacchi.
I will not let this deter me. No matter how convincing the impersonation becomes, New Guy can NEVER be Mr Mustacchi.
You can change the name. You can imitate the man. But you cannot recreate the legacy.
Rest easy, Mr Mustacchi. 🕊️ Gone, but never forgotten.
If you are a beautiful strong black woman, someone will put this in your comments.
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