I could hear the pages turning and then his inhalation: "Here...." Slowly, he read the words of Martin Luther King, one of his more obscure sermons. His voice cracked open a little bit and my heart fell right into the crack. I imagined Reverend King sitting at his desk, penning these words in the lonely darkness of one night, never imagining that decades later, a man would be reading them to his new girlfriend, and that in this way the girl would fall in love.
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