

Special Needs Think back. I mean, way back. Many years back when you would rather go by Sam, because your full name reminded you of your mother. Back to when I had to look down on you when I wanted to see your face, rather than you looking down on me. Think back to the times we use to walk down the beach, your hand in mine, while sinking our feet and planning ahead of time what wed do with our lives. A generic moment, but one that I would always remember. I mean, seriously, I was eight and you were six. It was a pretty memorable moment.Special Needs
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From the depths of my polluted New Jersey heart,thank you
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