sitting on my bed we listened to #41 by dave matthews band and he started to cry. i held his head in my hands and kissed his eyelids and hoped that it would be me who got to do that for him every time he cries for the rest of his life. it was solemn and beautiful. it was the night before i left. the week before i had prayed for three hours that
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Love,
Angel
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