Sam.
2 years ago.
You know what?
It isn't gone.
The spot didn't make us who we are.
It's just us.
The store didn't make us friends,
we did.
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She cried. She tried to stop, but tears kept streaming down her face.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Livvy.
She said, "It's not your fault."
It kind of felt like it was.
It's going to be okay.
The spot can be anywhere,
but it's us who makes it what it is.
So don't be sad,
the ice cream store is gone,
but we can even set up a damn tent in the middle of nowhere,
because it's us.
We can graduate and go to college and whatever we do after high school,
but it's not the place.
"We're still friends, right?" I tried to smile.
She nodded.
We were.
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Teen FictionAfter the falling out of a relationship between Sam and Liv, both have gone their separate ways. While Liv is trying to forget what happened, Sam is constantly drafting emails that either are too insensitive, or too pathetic. Emails are piling up in...
