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"you died on a saturday morning. and i had you placed here under our tree. and i had that house of your father's bulldozed to the ground. momma always said dyin' was a part of life. i sure wish it wasn't. little forrest, he's doing just fine. about to start school again soon. i make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. i make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. teaching him how to play ping-pong. he's really good. we fish a lot. and every night, we read a book. he's so smart, jenny. you'd be so proud of him. i am. he, uh, wrote a letter, and he says i can't read it. i'm not supposed to, so i'll just leave it here for you. jenny, i don't know if momma was right or if, if it's lieutenant dan. i don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but i, i think maybe it's both. maybe both is happening at the same time. i miss you, jenny. if there's anything you need, i won't be far away."

Forest Gump, Forest Gump