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Cessna, Have I ever told you how proud I am? How proud I am of you. You grew from a little boy of twenty-some pounds. Twenty-some pounds at four months. As you grew, you learned
God work your magic through my hands; I'll heal the souls of the dedicated. When they break like rusted baskeball nets, I remind them why they entered the game. Remember when you dad got you your first ball?