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But at nighttime, when there was
nothing to do and the house was all
empty, I’d always think of Jenny.

And then, she was there.

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- Sometimes it would stop raining long enough for the stars to come out… and then it was nice. It was like just before the sun goes to bed down on the bayou. There was always a million sparkles on the water… like that mountain lake. It was so clear, Jenny, it looked like there were two skies one on top of the other. And then in the desert, when the sun comes up, I couldn’t tell where heaven stopped and the earth began. It’s so beautiful. 
- I wish I could’ve been there with you. 
- You were.

You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our
tree.

 Forrest Gump