Simon Birch
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Come on. Let's go home.
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Timber-r-r!
:43:24
One year good luck.
:43:26
One year good luck.
:43:37
Oh! Oh, man, that's cold!
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- It's freezing!
- My balls just turned into prunes.

:43:42
My balls just turned
into raisins.

:43:46
Look!
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Come on.
I'll race you to the dock.

:43:59
Nah, I don't think...
Ready, set, go.

:44:02
Hey, cheater!
:44:06
When someone you love dies,
:44:09
you don't lose them
all at once.

:44:11
You lose them in pieces,
over time.

:44:14
Like how the mail
stops coming.

:44:17
What I remember most to this day
was my mother's scent.

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And how I hated it
when it began to disappear.

:44:24
First from her closets
and drawers,

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then from her dresses
she had sewed herself,

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and finally, from her bed sheets
and pillowcases.

:44:37
Simon and I never talked much
about that day on the baseball field.

:44:41
It was too painful
for both of us.

:44:44
For as much as I loved
my mother,

:44:47
I knew that Simon loved her
just as much.

:44:52
She was the only real mother
he ever had.


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