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twenty-nine.

29.

She still cried at night, thinking about his smell.

She went back to the times they'd lay under the trees, her head on his chest. She remembered the smell of sandalwood and bourbon.

Her thoughts would return back to the days they'd speak of their favorite foods and music. She still remembered his answers. She thought back to his smile, the one she didn't get to see that often.

Her thoughts were far too loud.