The Proloug

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The first time I saw Jesse after all these years felt like a punch in the chest. It left me feeling short of breath, with a bit of an adrenaline rush.

I stumbled into her uncle's house, half excepting the little tomboy with missing front teeth, who use to follow me around when I was eight. Not that dark haired vision with those big warm brown eyes that makes my heart kick start into an uneven hammering every damn time they look in my direction.

I haven't been the same since.

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