Not long after the whole affair had settled down and we went on about our young lives, JJ slipped a note into one of my textbooks, perhaps my spelling book that went something like this:
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Belew,
“I was there, too. I’ll have you know that you is the sweetest boy I ever known. You isn’t the right color for me, mind you. But, you is cute. And, you can run pretty fast for a fat boy. To tell the truth, I was hoping you would catch me that day, maybe tackle me and then the two of us could roll around on the ground together and such. That’d been fun. Nobody, I mean nobody, but my family and I knew I didn’t have any hair. It really wasn’t your fault, you was just playing. I don’t know why my mom and dad and everybody got mad at you. I sure wasn’t. In fact I enjoyed all the time we got to spend together throughout all the meetings and such. And then when you apologized just to make my family and me happy, well that was the nicest thing I ever saw. I’m sure you are gonna make somebody happy when you gets older. Boy, I wish it were me.“ Love, JJ.
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