[00:01.647]Push my fingers past her ear,[00:04.715]watch them disappear into her brown hair.[00:14.495]I wish the rest of me could go with them.[00:24.856]Her bedroom is quiet but my heart screams a horrifying sound,[00:38.571]like a hundred crippled horses lying crumpled on the ground,[01:04.315]begging for a rifle to come and put them down.