"Remember when we first met?"
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"It was cold."
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"I'm happy that you're a part of me."
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The young boy looked at him with a bright smile, as he gladly took the flowers from his hand placing them
on the vase they bought a few years back. He smiled at him.
"You know, someone once told me that we are all born with a purpose, and no one was born to be left behind."