Flake

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I walked into the room Paul was in and I looked at him. I had flashbacks of all the things we did in the past. I started to cry.

"Paul, I miss you. But, why couldn't you be more careful."

I went to the place we have been staying and I couldn't stop thinking about that night. The way Paul looked when he got hurt. I couldn't stop thinking about the past. The good times and the bad. I cried myself to sleep.

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