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She was given the last chance and with it came a blue, oldies car. Not a masterpiece classic, but a crap-filled, dog-shit smelling mess. She took it with pride and drove it all over town. It was in it that she had her first kiss - with her first love. They were married on Tuesday.
The black smoke billowed past me as I ran to catch the train. It left swiftly as my feet stumbled and I fell, but I looked up to find him watching me. As he helped me up, I embraced him and cried, "I'm sorry. Please don't leave."
I ran toward him with my arms wide open and he smiled. All he did was smile. My body reached his and he clamped his arms around me and embraced me as if it were the last time we'd ever see each other again.
Her mother beamed at her and smiled. It was that same smile that spoke the words, "I will name her Beloved." And from then on, she enjoyed her name. All of the kids on the playground had names like Ted and Samantha, but Beloved was extra special and she will always remember the day her mother died for her.
It was a sad procession down the aisle. It wasn't how he imagined he'd walk his daughter on her "special" day at all. Tears glided from his eyes to his graying beard, a sign that stress had hit him with an extreme blow.
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