No pain, he quietly began to cry and he recalled childhood often awoke at night and cried like. Anyhow he was happy when he was a boy. And now the years of his youth seemed to live in the sunshine and live among the trees. There are rays of light yellow in his memory about commitment, about honey and the dining room curtains in a summer wind blowing the morning light. He thought about the arms fair, great mother and father's short hair. His father was a math professor and he is one of his five children. He recalled the scene strange caravan of his family to church every week, all dressed up, and I always remember the cigar-mounted lip father on the way home.
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