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My Hero?

I think I may have found my hero.

This has been a trying morning. My friend lost her friend, and I did my part to cheer her up. Then I realized that the trip I need to make to Texas for a funeral may not be able to happen because I don't have enough money to do it.

And then Tinderfella called. I told him what was going on, and he said that he would look into it for me. He didn't make any promises, but that was enough to complete throw me off.

I realized that I'm so used to working things out on my own that I don't even think about asking anyone for anything. To be clear, he may not be able to do it, but if he can, I think I'll faint. Literally.

I've needed a hero for so long. We all do. But in so many instances, I'm the hero. I don't mind that. But sometimes I need someone to save me, too. And if Tinderfella can do that, I swear he will have me forever.

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