But I love him. You know it. You can’t ask me to just sit back and let Paul do this. If he succeeds I won’t even remember having met Jesse.” “Right,” my dad said reasonably. “So it won’t hurt.” “It will,” I insisted, “It will hurt, Dad. Because deep down I’ll know. I’ll know there was someone… someone I was supposed to have met. Only I’ll never meet him. I’ll go through my whole life waiting for him to come along, only he never will. What kind of life is that, Dad, huh? What kind of life is that?

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