He never tell us sorry, he told the judge sorry, he never tell us sorry.
—Kekai Seabury
I wish I had my father to hug yet.
I told him I love you, I miss you and everything’s going to be all right. And all I heard was a bunch of blood, I guess in his mouth, gargling.
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