He makes him his coffee just the way he liked it back when he twenty year old barista. He toasts his croissant with cheese and tomato then gently places it
on the table. He addresses the crowd “This may look weird, that I am making a
dead man breakfast, but this is how we first met, and this is how I want to be
when we last look at each other. In my mind James you are never lost, we will
always hold hands till my last sunset I love you”
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