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Farewell my friend.
I will try and find someone who can make an exorcism to get rid of the spirit that is haunting you Mr.Slumpen I promise. I will not sleep or eat until I find a way to free you.
Slumpen was like the son I never had. I remember how I taught him how to ride a bike and teach him how to swim. I even remember the first day he said "Sputnik". I have a hard time holding back my tears when I'm writing this but I'm doing my best to let everyone know what a great kid Mr.Slumpen was and how I will always miss his laugh, his scream and even his loud mic.
I want everyone who knew Mr.Slumpen to have a silent minute for him, to remember eveything good about him tonight. If you need support you can come to the church at 2 PM tomorrow.
Mr.Slumpen I hope you are doing well wherever you are and I just want you to come back.
Please Mr.Slumpen... Come back.