More Amos angst
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Amos wanted a hug.
He wanted someone to hold him. To see him.
Roxie had held him but she never saw him.
Billy saw him but never held him.
And no one had ever loved him.
He loved everyone, though. He loved so hard. He loved and loved and loved and never got it back in return but kept on loving anyway because that's just who he was.
But the world didn't reward the good people, he learned.
So he was just fucking hopeless.
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