J.P. is sorry.
I have seen many images of him in his pale oxford blue shirts and the look on his face when i had all those boxes, at the last hearing he saw me at. He remembers. He knew more than I did, at that time.
You knew, J.P, and sometimes, you felt sorry for me.
There is still something left for you to do, which weighs on you. You will do it.
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