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"I still miss her all the time", I heard my husband hush on the phone. It's bee a dozen years last night. Two more years to a decade, barely anything in such a fast-paced world. He remembers the smell of your skin, the taste of your chapstick, and the exact shade of your piercing iris'. I know this for a fact because whenever you looks at me, I know he sees you.
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