It is with jello like insides that I write to you this evening. Whenever
I think about all that I told him, my stomach goes as jiggly as the lime
flavor of my favorite gelatin...
I know it was the right thing to do. He needed to know. The questions adrift
in his mind were causing him too much pain. How could I deny him the truth?
I thought he already knew, or I would have told him long ago.
Now I wait...and hope.
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