moody

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I still don't know why, or how to keep it from happening in my own community. The stories of bravery and the photographs of little angels are starting to pour forth, and with each one I give thanks yet again that it's not us holding a press conference. I imagine Zoe thinks Momo is a little batty, seeing as how my looks lingered a little longer and she received even more spontaneous hugs than usual and she heard, "I love you" a hundred times an hour today.

I don't know what else to do. I don't know what else can be done.

Just love, I guess.