PROLOGUE

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1989, June 2nd.
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"Say hi, Elliot. Don't be rude."

Green and gold.

"Don't be shy, Marco. Say hello."

A smile and a boy about to cry.

"Hi," She greeted.

"Hello," he replied.

Soft brown skin touched rugged tanned hands.

The boy looked at the girl in front of him. Her tanned hand moved away from his and fixed her shirt and ponytail. He pulled away as well, holding onto his cap to shield the sun away - and the girl.

"Elliot, be friendly. They're going to stay with us for a while."

The two children both looked up to their mother's

"What?!"

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