Chapter Six - Saturday

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The hill became theirs. Every Saturday, they'd meet there,  just spending hours talking mindlessly while staring at the clouds. Sometimes they'd go and do something together, but mostly they just sat on the hill.

Memories were made there , like the first time Gabe had called William Bilvy and William felt like twelve million butterflies had swarmed into his stomach, or the first time William had brought his guitar with him and Gabe could've sworn he'd heard an angel sing that night.

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