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Dear Keefe,

I cried.  More.

I cried until I didn't think there was any tears left to cry and then I cried some more.  It was like being in a nightmare all over again.

I remember.  That Foxfire dance.  You told me you were waiting to ask out a very special girl.  You said that she was the kindest, sweetest, bravest, most hilarious person you'd met.

I smiled at you and asked if you could give me a hint.

You said she had blonde hair and her family's last name started with the letter R.

I asked if it was Marella Redek.

You didn't go to the dance that night.


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