Mass
November 19, 1983: We went to Mass and there he was. That is seeing Luis again (at least in a way), but that is not the Luis I love. That Luis, up there celebrating Mass, is not the man I fell in love with. I want the other Luis, the one that makes me feel like a woman, the man I care about more than I have ever cared about any one.
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