Sometimes
we'd just sit out and wait for the stars.
FORREST: “Momma's gonna worry about me.”
Jenny
puts her hand on Forrest's hand.
JENNY:
“Just stay a little longer.”
FORREST:
“Okay, Jenny. I'll stay.”
She was
my most special friend.
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