Control
August 27, 1984: I hope I was in control of myself when Luis came to see my Tia today. I know his visit was not for me. As a matter of fact,I don´t care.He´s not for me and I´ll never forget him.
She brightened up after he left. Her eyes looked more alive and her cheeks were not pale anymore.For that, I´m grateful.
She brightened up after he left. Her eyes looked more alive and her cheeks were not pale anymore.For that, I´m grateful.
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