We have secrets and our needs to confess. We may remember how, in childhood, adults were able at first to look right through us, and into us, and what an accomplishment it was when we, in fear and trembling, could tell our first lie, and make, for ourselves, the discovery that we are irredeemably alone in certain respects, and know that within the
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This thanksgiving I'm going to my biological mom's house. I can only imagine how much you never wanted another son. I think that when I go to the University of Tennessee I'll find myself missing you. Thanks for being such a good friend to me. You are, like Tim's wisdom, a piece of myself that will undoubtedly feel as if it were left in Nashville. Your's and Tim's always the better than my own. Thanks.
Let's meet up sometime after the break and get together.
Daniel
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big love!
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