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He looked like he knew that we only exist in the stories of others and we are all the breaker of horses. And perhaps something else too. Perhaps that an enemy is never an enemy for long, but also a secret friend.
“I just love her so much mom. I love her so much.� My mom reached out and touched my hand and she said the only thing she could say, “Of course you do, Scott.� Then she touched my face and we were taken back in time. I said, “What am I going to do, Mom?� I said it like a man who had no memory and who had forgotten
