"ARLO!" I yell tears flowing down my face and he turns around angrily. I continued, "I know you're angry and I know you didn't have much of a child hood. But if you want this" I point us then then the studio "or that to work you need to trust me...because I love you Arlo Dittman."
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"When you left and I realized you weren't coming back, oh that hurt like hell."
"And it was then that I knew how much I wanted you, no needed you. But how was I gonna get you back if I was in California?"