texts: It's not fair, Buddy.  I can take the insults; I can take the name-calling. But I can't take the losing.  I hate it. </s> <s> We don't have to put ourselves through this again, Dick. </s> <s> What do you mean?  We worked for it. We earned it.  It's ours.
labels: It is.  We know that.  And it's enough that we know.  Just think of the girls.  They're still young.  We never see them.  I lost my parents.  I don't want them to lose theirs; I don't want them to grow up without a mother and father ...