“Bobby….”
Cupping his loosely hanging head in my hands, I slightly shook him, calling his name over and over again, hoping against hope I would receive an answer. The ‘thing’ slithered out of his ear and fell to the ground, wiggling once before lying still. I knew it right then - we succeeded in destroying it, it was dead, but so was Bobby.
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These tough manyly men break my heart over and over. So much love and forgiveness I feel like I'm floating away on it. Wonderful Vonnie, just wonderful!
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