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the Lord and keep his commandments … And I pray, every day
that he would forgive me, and deliver me to where our love
would be possible. Any place where we are together will be an
Eden to me,” he said, and stared at me silently.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be; you gave me your confession and I gave you mine,”
he responded.
“I wish I knew what to say,” I replied.
“Don’t be sad for me, Boyo. I did find another love eventually,
got married, had children,” he said.
“Still, it seems unfair and sad,” I replied, still engrossed in his
story.
“Come on, Boyo. The autumn winds blow chilly come
darkness,” he said, and we made way back home. My mind was
now filled with more questions and fewer answers than it had
ever been.
