He told me a story. A man buried his wife. At the gravesite he stood by the Reb,...

He told me a story. A man buried his wife. At the gravesite he stood by the Reb, tears falling down his face. "I loved her," he whispered. The Reb nodded. "I mean…I really loved her." The man broke down. "And…I almost told her once." The Reb looked at me sadly. "Nothing haunts like the things we don't say."

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