“So, he’s okay for now?” I asked.
Dorrie looked back toward the house, considered the question. The front porch was slowly filling with sunlight, heralding a new day at the City of Laughter. For this moment, we were caught in the silence, the sort of gravity the park did its best to hide.
“I don’t think he was ever really going to be okay,” she said.
That hits you right in the feels...
— Jan 21, 2022 12:57PM
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