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He Has Tears In His Eyes Now. The Sight Is More Than I Can Bear. He Takes Two Steps Away From Me And Then Turns Back Like A Caged Animal. “do You Even Love Me?” He Suddenly Asks. He Grips Both Of My Shoulders. “i’ve Said It To You Before, And I Still Mean It. But I’ve Never Heard It From You.

Few People Ever Kill For The Right Reasons, June. Most Do It For The Wrong Reasons. I Just Hope You Never Have To Be In Either Category.

He Loves You, Really He Does. He'd Love You Even If It Destroyed Him. He Matches You.

When You Stand Out There," John Continues In A Hoarse Voice, "keep Your Chin Up, All Right? Don't Let Them Get To You." "i Won't." "make Them Work For It. Punch Someone If You Have To." John Gives Me A Sad, Crooked Smile. "you're A Scary Kid. So Scare Them. Okay? All The Way Until The End." For The First Time In A Long Time, I Feel Like A Little Brother. I Have To Swallow Hard To Keep My Eyes Dry. "okay," I Whisper.

My Mother Used To Hope That I Would Rise Up From My Humble Roots. Become Someone Sucessful, Or Even Famous. I'm Famous All Right, But I Don't Think It's What She Had In Mind.