“I’ve got burdens I’m going to be carrying my whole life. And you think something like my hair matters or that a few more days of hammering nails will fix it? All that hammering did was cover my hands with blisters. You don’t know a thing.” Hurt and anger boiled through his veins. His pain was so real that it tore at him. “You’re right, I don’t. I can tell you where a barber is and to get down for dinner. I can introduce you to fine folks and point the way to the church. I can beg you to let go of your troubles and reach out to someone. But I can’t fix it at all.” Margaret’s voice was just
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