“The day of the rainstorm, when you realized it was me, your big blue eyes lit up, and I wanted to swing you around and laugh. I couldn’t wait to talk to you and listen to you, and see what you’d read, and finally hear you play again.” Samuel stopped talking, and his eyes locked on mine. “But you were so sad... and I felt the loneliness pouring off you when you put your arms around me. It was as wet as the rain, and I knew you were changed somehow. You were different. I was angry with you when I heard that silly music that you listen to while you run. I was angry that you seemed so resistant
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