I burst into tears

Both when I heard Mark’s story from his mama, Maggie, the night before they left Boston and when I read it here just now…

I’m saving the story of meeting Maggie for Marshall’s book.

You see, Mark’s heart is nearly the same as Marshall’s.

And we met him on the floor of 8 East.

Thinking about the tears I fought as I shook Mark’s hand still gives me goosebumps.

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