1995

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February 7th, 1995

I sat at the park, doing some crossword puzzles, sunglasses over my eyes, a hat on my head, and very long hair.

I watched him run around at his birthday party.

Sean William McLoughlin.

My mind flashed back to William, from a mere twenty years ago. I remembered getting the news as if it were yesterday. There had been no body to bury.

I shook my head. Here he was now.

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