We miss him. Mom talks about him all the time. I think about him every day.
For him, though, things are better than they ever were among us.
One day we, too, will know what he now knows.
fundamentalism by blunt instrument
We miss him. Mom talks about him all the time. I think about him every day.
For him, though, things are better than they ever were among us.
One day we, too, will know what he now knows.
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