Prolouge

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When you're young you don't really have my concept of time. You could play outside for hours and still think there are millions of hours left to play in the grass, or blow bubbles. But that's just not the case. Because there's only 24 hours in every day. There's only 24 hours to sleep, eat, talk, work, play, relax, shower and do whatever else that needs to get done. But that's not what we thought growing up. We thought we had forever. We thought we would last forever. And so the day me and Calum dug a not too deep, but not too shallow hole in the garden in my backyard and filled a shoe box with all of our favorite things calling it our timey box, we must have thought we would be friends forever. We must have thought we would be kids forever. Sitting in that garden playing day after day.

But that's not what happened. God, I wish that's what happened.

Eventually we got too old to play in the garden for hours every single day, and we started going home and doing homework. Seeing each other less and doing homework more. Not to say we stopped being friends because that's just not the case but, things were never quite the same as when we were kids. Because we knew what time was now, and we could never seem to find the time.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 11, 2017 ⏰

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