"I don't care," she said.
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They'd laugh. "But he's just a poor boy," they said. No, he isn't just a poor boy. He's my poor boy and nothing will change that. His smooth and crazy blonde hair not yet to be brushed. His brown tattered clothes he so despises. His name be John Merimore. "John..," I say. It's like it rolls off my tongue so easily. "John..," I say again. I smile, "Everything will be okay."
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