You told me that everyone has a secret that motivates every action. “Love is a secret I tell the world,” you said. Everyone always made fun of you because of your theories and even I thought you were odd, but you were with the kids that stayed after school and needed looking after because either we only had moms that worked late hours and that made you okay.
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What do you think became of Richard Harper? Maybe he became a fan of twee music. Maybe he became a poet who had to struggle to restrain his feelings and develop more of an edge. Whatever happened, I hope he kept a desperately hopeful outlook on things.