Three months later, Lorenzo made good on his promise. He married me.The old Don was right. The elders never stopped fighting it.Lorenzo crushed them. Publicly. But the fight didn't go away. It just went underwater.To prop me up, he ran himself ragged — splitting them up, pinning them down, buying some, burying others.I'd watch him and feel tired for him.I asked him once. Was it worth it?He said of course it was. It was the only thing he could give me.He needed the world to know. Nothing was going to keep us apart.He was the same man. Loved me the same way. Would give everything up the same way. Would take on the whole world the same way.Until death came for one of us, he was going to fight for it.His eyes were set and tired, like a night sky behind a layer of smog.I looked at him and I remembered before. The little apartment. Nothing in it. Nothing to our names.And we had everything.Back then, we had the light.If you have light, you have a world. The size of the world is
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