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As I rubbed my eyes, he reached down to his pocket of his black lever jacket. He was wearing dark blue jeans. Not ripped. He looked nice. He likes dressing all nice. Not so fancy or anything. Just normal. He got his hand out of his pocket and motioned for my hand. I gave him my left hand. Palm up to the fan. And I looked at him. "Here," he gave me a necklace. It was gold. Real gold. A wide circle bigger than the circle inside the wide circle. It wasn't just a golden necklace. It was a necklace that spins. In front of the necklace, of the circle that was inside, it was a cross. On the other side of the small circle, it was hands. Hands put together for prayer.

"This is what my grandfather gave me when I was your age, Skylar. Whenever you want or need God--close your eyes, take a deep breathe, while holding onto the necklace, pray to the Lord, and when your done, spin it. He'll listen to you. I won't be around anymore, but you still have God by your side, sweetie. Okay?"

A true story from the author, Skylar.

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2015
Cover By Skylar