The pretext falls away
Almost let myself off the hook
The point isn't to do it only when you feel up to doing it
This isn't punishment.
I love you.
I am going to host a gathering.
People will be asked to bring a story.
Or
People will be asked to bring poetry.
The rules are pretty straightforward.
I remember: He drove two and a half hours to hear me read a paragraph.
He asked me for help.
Has anyone ever asked you for help before?
How could it not soften your heart
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