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I couldn’t imagine I was worthy, but knowing Giada, my thoughts on the matter would be irrelevant. As constant as the sun rising in the east and equally as captivating, Giada was the most confident, headstrong woman I’d ever met. She bounded through life with charismatic purpose, enriching the lives of everyone around her. To lose something so precious after I’d only just found her was unconscionably cruel. Surely, if there was a God, he would not be so vindictive. So unjust and merciless. It had been years since I had cast my voice to God in prayer. After my mother’s death, I lost my faith in many things. I still wasn’t sure how I felt on the matter, but in a moment of crushing desperation, I was not above begging for help. With my eyes closed and my heart flayed open, I pleaded with God
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