Prologue

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He held my hand and I looked up at him, his smile. It was the most beautiful thing on this earth, it brought me a sudden feeling of acatslepsy. It reached his eyes, brought out his dimples and the few freckles covering his cheeks. His glasses slightly tilted. I never want to forget his smile, ever. It's the one whole thing I have, if I lose that everything means nothing. But I did lose that. I lost everything. 

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