The girls’ bedroom door is still closed, but this time, instead of listening and leaving, you turn the handle. The room is dark and heavy with sleep. Three beds, three girls, three silken pairs of eyelids to be kissed. You stand beside their beds and think: these girls are yours. They belong to you. Isn’t that something? I mean, isn’t that really something? All those bad choices you’ve made, bad isn’t the only thing that’s come of them. Kiss your girls and wish them sweet dreams. Say you’re sorry, and that you’ll be different. Say they are everything to you and mean it. When you go downstairs to bed, please don’t forget this moment, no matter what choice you make. Please don’t forget these girls.
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