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"the next night, Christmas Eve, she was happy again. although I was still cautious of last night, I decided to leave it as her having a bad day. I thought nothing of the probable causes behind it.

we swung together, sung Christmas carols, and laughed our asses off.

but that night she told me something I regret not doing anything about.

"goodnight calum hood, I'm going to miss you" ."

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