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I found myself in New York City, I knew he was here, I had a feeling. Or maybe he had just been here. Everett. I found myself running around streets going crazy but I let my heart lead me, I just couldn't stop running, I had left our small town for the first time to figure out where he had went. His shop, full of maps that all led to each location he wanted to see and on this day, he had to be here in New York, it was what he planned. 

Then, I ran into someone, "where are you going running like that?" The voice, when you hear it you just know it right away. He was right here. I hugged him and looked up at him, Everett. He laughed. "You found me." And then, he sort of just started to fade and the airplane came back into view, was this whole thing a mistake? 

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