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I remember his room, with spotless, white walls, and a wallpapered border by the ceiling that had red and blue rocket ships on it. I remember the pin-straight, mushroom-cut hair that topped his smiling face with the dark eyes and long lashes. I remember our numerous trips to Disney World where we raised havoc everywhere we went, pulling the tails of all the walk-around characters, and ripping pages out of the hotel phone book. I remember his basement, always colder than the rest of the house, where I could be found every weekend of the year playing hide and seek or a board game. I remember our last New Years Eve together