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I've repeatedly
rehearsed in my mind what to say, in the event that I would be faced with this very situation. None of it seems appropriate now that it is real. I cannot begin to know what you must feel if this is how my heart aches. I do know this. Ahead is a long road. It is hard and the end is hidden. I also know that I will walk it with you, to catch you when you stumble, lift you when you fall, and hold you while you weep. You won't ever be alone. I promise.
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