When you’re writing a reunion scene using the names of two people you dearly loved, two people who are no longer walking this earth, and without warning the tears began to run down your cheeks it’s probably time to hit “save” and go home.
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Aww! That tells me that scene is going to be a good one. Wish you could transfer some of those tears to me. (Not for me, though.)
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Yes! Be careful what you ask for!
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Whoa. You’re probably right. I felt bad that I sat overnight with another friend’s husband who died this week and…no tears.
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Often I don’t cry until after the fact. Delayed reaction.
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Awww, big hugs. Sounds like you really got into it. I really felt this one.
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Thank you! This book is wrecking me in more ways than one.
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Oh god, I keep getting into tears over my cat. Hopefully that will subside, over time!
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I still break down over my Scout.
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❤ ❤ ❤ We probably always will =/
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I tell cat Gracie about Scout all the time. When I cry, she pats my face.
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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww ❤ ❤ ❤
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