Dear Lily,

This how the graduation night ended. 

Jimmy extended his hand to him, “Jimmy Connor. I’m real sorry my dad did that to you.”

“Philip Morgan,” he said, taking Jimmy’s hand and giving it what looked like a strong, thankful shake. His hazel eyes were shining with appreciation and wonder in the artificial light of the lamppost. “Thank you Jimmy. No one’s ever stuck their neck out for me like that.”

During this, I overheard Toby yell, “Deidre go phone my captain. Tell him to send the wagon. That way, if anyone else decides to be a knucklehead and get smart with me, they can go with this piece of garbage.” I didn’t want to look, but when Philip pushed his chin...

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