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"i love you
are beautiful words"
says ezra

"i never had a friend
like you dad"
he says

"i am going to type
some nice letters
now, mom."

"some nice poems
for myself!"

"what poem is
this gonna be
called?"

"i don't
know-
what should it be
pal?"

hmmm.

"I LOVE EZRA TO
THE WORLD!"

"that's nice,
right mom?"

sure is...