
We walk back inside as the padre and I stopped, facing eachother exchanging our last words, and shaking eachothers hand. I part my way back to the benches, sitting down, and placing my head between my knees holding in the painful memories erase from my mind. Liz walks over to me, sitting next to me. "hey...are you alright?" asking in a soft tone that putting my mind at ease. I wipe my face, seein…
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