"A month of tears."

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Johnny had moved away just a couple days ago. I sat on my bed, trying to write a letter to him. But I couldn't find the words. I threw the paper in the bin and grabbed another. This cycle repeated until I had the perfect note to him.
I couldn't stop thinking of him. The way we would kiss in the meadows and sit by the lake.

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