My boys would come in to check on me as I was exercising and find me sitting on my bike, still exercising, but sniffling. The pain is the same whether you’re reading it or someone else is reading it to you. I should have been prepared considering I had read it before, but no, I still blubbered like a baby. Listening to the audio of Heaven and Hell was EMOTIONAL. I cried - on my exercise bike, in the kitchen baking cookies and sitting on my bed playing Solitaire. When you’ve been through hell it’s easy to recognise heaven.
I wonder if Sam's secret work was the same as Lucas Starks? Hmmmm.? I think this is because, after half a million re-reads (slight exaggeration) I'm finally toughening up. Miracle of miracles, I didn't cry this time. ***Re-read number 500 001 (slight exaggeration)***
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