Chevelle

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Chevelle blew her nose into her tissue, taking a break from her outpouring of emotion.

I can't forget. I need to remember what love is so I can keep being strong. She reached for a new pen, of course it had to be green, Wicken's favorite color, and sighed. Don't be sad. This is the perfect way to tell our story.

She turned the page, and continued to write.

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