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Dear Rowan,

I couldn't speak to you today. Not after what he did. I saw it all. The way he hugged you and lifted your feet off the ground. The way he held the flowers in front of you. The way his friends circled you and everyone awed. I promised it would be me, but my promise is broke.

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