On a crumpled piece of scrap he scribbled and scrabbled and told my mother that it was for his Uncle D, who he was anxiously waiting for. J said it says "I love you D." My mother asked, "You wrote that?" J looked at her and said "No, I do not know how to write but that is what it says. Write his name and give it to him."
amazingly sweet,
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Divino...
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