September 5, 2014
Walking to the bus stop, I asked Claire
if she would hold my hand because it makes me happy.
“When I’m seven, when I’m eight, when
I’m nine…I’ll never stop holding your hand.”
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To the bus stop! |
Oh, that it were true.
For all of them.
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