Prologue

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He appeared yet again. I thought these weren't real.

I used to believe in this when I was seven years old. I used to know this boy who appears in my dream ever since. But one day he stopped showing. Days passed into weeks, weeks turn into months, and months turn into years. Since then I stopped believing. I stopped hoping that he would return. That he would be there to call me "Lizzie" again.

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