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Fly Henry was a happy fellow. He spent his days doing what he loved most, flying. I can no longer watch another living thing fly without the sorrow hitting me.
Fly Henry was a happy fellow. He spent his days doing what he loved most, flying. I can no longer watch another living thing fly without the sorrow hitting me.
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He died in his best friends arms. His happy place.
I vividly remember this one moment. Henry Fly flew over to his best friend, Lizzie. He crawled over her hand and introduced himself. He was a sweet soul