Never thought Eastwood would make it this way. It's such a natural story, it's naturally hard to resist its cruelty. It seemed that everything came naturally, and even the unexpected disaster was a sign of a sigh. When Frankie gave her the injection, she couldn't help crying, feeling very powerless, and it wasn't just grief, no one could make up for his grief, I couldn't do anything but wait and see. He told Maggie that the word meant: my daring my bloody. A kind of kinship that no one can replace. Why do they always have nowhere to go when they find a reason to survive? When Maggie was accidentally knocked to the ground, the fear in Frankie's eyes was silent, as he did every time he faced a disaster he didn't expect. It was more of a sudden panic and vulnerability. He just watched the world break apart in front of him, speechless, but nothing could undo them. Even if he went to church so many times, thought so many questions and read so many books, all he really wanted was something he could have had but somehow always missed. His grief was as calm and helpless as the wrinkles on his face. But I thought Maggie could help Frankie, just as Frankie was her only support. I don't know what God was thinking when it happened.
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