When I see him now he pulls a big wastecan that holds his earthly belongings. Sometimes we greet each other. He knows I am that girl in his class that once threw a rock in a puddle and it splashed him. He ran after me and hit me and I cried. He was punished but I wasn't.
I want you to read this and know that we don't know how much damage we do when we simply don't understand.
What I said about memorializing goes.
What I feel when I see Lewis needed to be said.
This is my other MEMORIAL.
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