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PS, i apologize for the "mood" I'm not really emotional, it's just not letting me change it for one reason or another.
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Child Whom I Have Loved It's raining when we reach the airport. There's a woman in tailored slacks watching my friend Paul's weathered pickup from beneath her umbrella.Child Whom I Have Loved by ~Opus-T
"That her?" Paul asks.
I say, "Oh my sweet Jesus."
Paul grunts, "That girl's gotten tall."
My first thought is that I don't know my niece Felicity anymore. She isn't a girl. She's over six feet in her pumps and she smells like cinnamon, grown-up. She stoops to hug me and says, "Hello, Aunt Winnie," in a smooth, heavy voice. She's all made up of slender muscle and faintly-perfumed clothes; the strength of her embrace feels strange.
She fends off Paul's hug with a handshake. When he says, "Welcome
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