Zeke and I were recapping the events of the day one night. We were discussing when he had fallen and got hurt.
Trish: It breaks my heart when you cry.
Zeke: I'm not cryin' now.
Trish: No, you're not crying anymore.
Zeke: Your heart's not broken.
Trish: No, not now.
Zeke: You fixed your heart.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
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