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I wore that hat you made me the other day. It was all I could find in my rush for the bus. I kept my hair dry from the wet snow. The only good thing you have ever done for me.
I could remember you calling my name before the silence began. My ears were ringing but I could see the panic in your eyes and your mouth open wide screaming my name. But I heard none of it.
My spirits were raised when you walked in the room. A smile spread across my face, just to see you
He stroked her cheeks, turned rosy from the cold.
He leaned in, and they shared their final kiss.
We slept every night that summer in that loft. I would slip out of my warm bed, and out of the safety of my home, and myself. I would meet him there, and despite the sweltering heat we would sleep in one another's arms, and it suited us just fine.
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