… i am calling you … all i had was you … all you had was me …

Can you hear me?

Come home to me.

Guess that our being together’s never meant to be . . . but Tommy, Tommy, I love you . . . don’t you see.  (The secret to how I named the character in LIBERTYTOWN: THE NOVEL, revealed) And I remember quiet evenings, trembling close to you.

 

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