Dear Moon, You're beautiful.He saw the Morning Star waiting for him as he came over the horizon and he beamed a smile. There was a letter for him. She had written him back. For years he had seen her walking to the west, only catching glimpses of her retreating back. And he finally gathered up the courage to send her a note confessing his feelings for her.Dear Moon, You're beautiful.
The Sun wasn’t exactly the best poet, but he wrote to the Moon; telling her how beautiful she was, how seeing her each morning made his whole day better. It was really hard to make things rhyme, but with a little help from a cirro-cumulus cloud, he had managed it.
Taking the letter from
FratelloThe flashing lights were not helping his headache; neither were his mother’s high pitched shrieks that were a mixture of tear-filled babble and being just for show. Every one in the neighborhood had peeped between the shades of their homes at least once since the ambulance screamed up to the curb–Beniamino had sat there and watched.Fratello
Another police car slowly creeped its way into the drive--bringing the total number up to three. He could hear his mother sobbing as the police officer opened the door and let himself in. No doubt Giovanni will raise his voice about all of this after they all left. Benny just hoped that he
Cause Chessy told me to.
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Much appreciated.
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I like my soul on text. I love your soul on toast.
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