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<description>So, December 10, 2007 is the day it starts.  There I stood. Aaliyah in my arms and Rachel playing at my feet. &amp;quot;When I call your name, get in the bus.&amp;quot; I hear a man bellow. &amp;quot;Sgt. Gulley!&amp;quot; My heart skips a beat. No! Not yet! I&amp;#39;m thinking to myself. I&amp;#39;m not ready! He picks up his bags, takes a few steps towards the bus, then drops his bags and runs towards us. I opened my arms as wide as I could, taking him into my arms as much as I could. &amp;quot;I love you, I love you. You&amp;#39;re gonna be okay.&amp;quot; He whispers into my ears. The tears begin to fall, running down my cheeks. Rachel looks up at me, &amp;quot;You crying mommy? You okay?&amp;quot; I tell her that Mommy is fine. I watch him step on the bus. At first, I can&amp;#39;t move. I want to follow him, but I can&amp;#39;t. I finally muster up the strength to walk towards the bus. I stand outside, towards the rear end of the bus. He looks at me through the window. We exchange air-blown kisses, and I approuch the window. I touch my hand to the...</description>
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