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"Hey, what's this?" Drew asked, staring up at his roommate with the object in question at hand. Andy simply looked up from his comfortable position on the bed, sighing. Drew was nice, but he was a bit more than a snoop at times. However, when he looked up at the post-it in the other's hand, he couldn't hold back a faint smile.
"I've never seen such messy handwriting before. Hey, was it yours?"
"Nope. Not even close," Andy answered.
"It's gotta be somethin' important if you haven't thrown it away like your biology thesis from last week."
"If you think so," Andy said nonchantly as he sat up. But it was true. That paper was precious, priceless, worth more to him than anything. He couldn't bear to throw it away. Not that Drew ever needed to know that...
"So, dude, what is it?" Drew repeated.
"What do you think it is?" was his only answer as he carefully slid the paper from Drew. His eyes went over words he must've read a million times, over the fading ink of the worn-out paper, a spark of fondness in his eyes as he recalled the writer behind the words. He'd always known he was more than a toy.
"I think it's an errand paper from your mother. Dude, seriously. What is it?"
Andy looked over to his companion and said in a gentle voice, "Last words from a very precious friend."