But, my heart belongs to......Gary......and Marissa......and Chuck.
My friends from the world of a show called Early Edition. Each in
his or her own way a good person. Not perfect, because no one is....and
their imperfections made them so -- good. Each able to stand on their
own merits. Each able to give love, help, friendship, caring.
Each able to accept the same. Good friends, true blue, real.
The writers of the story made them real -- gave them faults, gave them goodness, gave them each other.
They weren't diluted, overshadowed, watered down. They weren't caricatures,
or clichis, or pawns to be manipulated. They were......Gary.....and
Marissa.....and Chuck. They were real. And because they were
real, I'll remember the way they were. And my heart belongs to them.
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