Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.
And I started to cry again, realizing that it must be changing him, too, this man who was kind enough to be a soul but strong as only a human could be.
Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached.
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We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
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Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
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if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...