Hung out with Mallory yesterday. Her angry heart is wild and she's unsure and I want to comfort her.
Old Payton, I think, would have waited, been patient, looked for the right way to do things. I'll say what's on my mind, instead. I'll give her what she needs and tell her she needs it, I'll let her fight for herself.
Please, God, Let it work.
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