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The disk played as it turned around.

I wad sitting next to my rocking chair, listening.

He had his eyes closed, carefully remembering each moment.

She had curly hair, her fashion was always in sense.

Every time we would be together, no one could seperate the two of us.







I loved her, she loved me.

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