"it's just, i thought she'd always be here."
"so did i. but in fact, she is, because she's on every page of your imagination. you'll always have her there. always."
"but why did she have to die?"
"i don't know, peter. when i think of your mother, i will always remember how happy she looked, sitting there in the parlor watching a play about her family, about her boys that never grew up. she went to neverland. and you can visit her any time you like if you just go there yourself."

"by believing, peter. just believe.

["i can see her."]

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