Monday, April 11, 2011

That night I have a difficult time falling asleep ...and when I do, I dream about my dad; and I dream about Angelita's dad, and how much he reminds me of how my dad used to be.  I want to talk with Angelita again, but I don't really want to see her dad again.  I resolve to be patient.   I'll wait for another chance to meet her in the laundry room.

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