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    feel, I remember o be aloget forever apart?

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    quot;You still love  you?quot;

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    S for a moment. S see   for years.

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    No fear, just curiosity. t s I ask any;?quot;

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    I smile. quot;Im o be. Its not complicated. Bot dismiss my time s not ed. Its . I sit alk and I to myself, ter t I am doing no;

    S, just a moment,  smile forms on her lips.

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