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I never imagined that meeting you on Dead by Daylight would lead to me taking shots with you on your wedding night, celebrating your birthday at a horror convention, and holding your hand in the hospital when you couldn't keep fighting.
But damn, you put up a hell of a fight. And when you see God, I hope you start trash talking like it's a COD lobby, telling him how rude it was that he took you away so soon. Oh and don't forget me, okay? We'll have a lot to talk about when I see you again.
It's so sweet to see all these comments praising and loving Boobies; she was very loved and she'll be forever missed.
Rest now, dear Monica, and when you see God, hide in a locker and Head On stun him for me please, haha 💕🫂