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Show 31 "I think he shouldn't have done that," she is saying, her face squaring with mine. "Why do you think he chose to do that?" I hear myself ask, wondering why I am pursuing this. "I think he lost hope," she is replying. "He just needed to find it again." Her eyes are clear and her skin glowing with youthful freshness. I do not sense any fear in her voice. She is looking through the window now, out at the night sky. "If you ever felt that bad, would you come to me first?" I am asking. She looks back, into my eyes, and nods. "Yeah. Let's not let this growing up thing ever keep us apart." She is getting off her bed to remove the rewound video out of the VHS and is placing my choice - a comedy - into it. She stops midway back from the TV and I am suddenly afraid of her next sentence. "Or anything else. OK?" she is asking me. She remains standing in that spot, waiting. It is my question, thrown from her to me and I hear deeper than her words that she understands very well |