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Time was running short and it was no longer a luxury we had.

I had seventy nine hours to remind him.

Seventy nine hours to tell him, not only who he was but who I was.

Seventy nine hours to tell him how we met.

I had just seventy nine hours to tell him just how we fell in love.

Or he'd be gone, for good.

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