"No! Sir. YOU just don't understand. My mom and my dad always wanted to be holding each others hand. They had this special thing , just between them two. They asked me for a favor, it's the least that I can do. They'd sit at night and ponder the events of the busy day. He'd caress her wedding ring in a very special way. She'd giggle like a girl and blush behind a smile. Her eyes, still young and clear her face, showing every mile. She'd return the simple touch feeling scar and dent with care. She'd smile and whisper in his ear, he'd play with her hair. When I was just a child those rings were shing gold. Over the years they faded into the stories that they told. They wanted to die together the love they felt was deep. I'm so glad those C-bombs came when they were fast asleep. I'm their only daughter I promised on my life.... they just wanted to be together when things were dark, when things were blithe. The chemicals rained down...
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