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Davy May 5
I lay awake and listen to the hail against the walls some nights.
I think she did that too.

If I listen for too long, I can't help but think about it.
I'll bet she couldn't help it either.

But don't cry.
Don't be sad.

The end of the day is still so long from now.
And even then is just the beginning.

— The End —