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Friday, December 11, 2009
# 6 - J.L.
The night I met you, you'd just blown up a firecracker in your hand. You were too scared to tell your parents, so we wrapped it in towels. Two years later, you enlisted. When the shrapnel hit, I couldn't wrap you up. I'm so sorry.
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