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. . . “It’sHebrew,” Travis said with a nervous grin.
“What does it mean?”
“It says, ‘I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.'” . . .. . . It wasn’t just me, and it wasn’t just him, it was what we were together that was the exception. . . .
. . . “I knew the second I met you that there was something about you I needed. Turns out it wasn’t something about you at all. It was just you.” . . .
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. . . Days seemed fragmented, broken into odd pieces, a plate too full, a pinching shoe, an empty chair. . . .
. . . May she always be with those who love her.
May she prosper and be safe.
I wiped tears off my cheeks.
“May God grant her all this,” I whispered. . . .. . . You do not reason with a flood. You look for anything useful that might float your way. . . .
. . . I wondered if the one hour a day I now made Darya walk in high heels, with a book on her head, was enough to keep her spine straight. . . .
Riding the BC Roller Coaster 