Phil, Hank and Conrad
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
There were some long car trips. Going home to see the family. I'd rest my hand on the console. She'd lightly rub the back of my hand. Inevitably we'd be holding hands. I remember how her small hand felt in mine.
That's all.
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