You know what my grandma used to say?”

“There’s no place like home?” I asked, trying again for a smile, this one less trembly than before.

“No,” he said, still looking serious, still holding on to his end of the CD.

“Tomorrow will be better.”

“But what if it’s not?” I asked.

Walcott smiled and let go of the CD. “Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You
never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better.

Auteur: Morgan Matson

You know what my grandma used to say?”<br /><br />“There’s no place like home?” I asked, trying again for a smile, this one less trembly than before.<br /><br />“No,” he said, still looking serious, still holding on to his end of the CD. <br /><br />“Tomorrow will be better.”<br /><br />“But what if it’s not?” I asked.<br /><br />Walcott smiled and let go of the CD. “Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You<br />never know, right? At some point, tomorrow <i> will </i> be better. - Morgan Matson



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