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"You look as beautiful as ever, and every day I swear you get better."

Eleven's Point of View, fiction, age 30

Mike and I sat on the couch in the basement, talking about the photo album we had found.

After Hopper and Joyce got married, I picked up photography from Jonathan. I made albums of all of the pictures I took of our friends, but I came upon one that was of Mike and me, just Mike and I.

"Look at this picture!" Mike said, excitedly.

It was one of the pictures Jonathan took at our first snowball.

It was a polaroid type picture and the words,

It was a polaroid type picture and the words,

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"Snowball 1984, Mileven's reunited"

I smiled up at him, "Look at how short my hair was!"

"I was so short," Mike said quickly.

I saw another polaroid picture, from when we were caught cuddling after falling asleep while watching a movie.

I saw another polaroid picture, from when we were caught cuddling after falling asleep while watching a movie

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We were cuddled up on Mike's bed, Nancy must have taken the picture.

"You were so cute when you were asleep. So much more peaceful for that rough time."

"Sleep was so important to us. It's weird to see how much of the time we spent together, at that age, that we were asleep."

I turned the page to the next picture.

We were kissing at the snowball. Definitely, Jonathan's doing.

"That was one of my favorite nights of my life," Mike said

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"That was one of my favorite nights of my life," Mike said.

I looked at him with a smile, "I'm happy we found this album on the shelf."

"Me too."

I looked at the next picture, it was a sketch.

I looked at the next picture, it was a sketch

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It was of Mike and me on his bike.

We were wearing what we wore to the snowball.

"I hope you like this

-Will" was written on the binder sheet it was snug inside.

"Of course Will made it," I sighed.

"It was apart of your Birthday present a few years ago, but I told Will to come put it on the shelf because I had him draw this and it was the last picture inside. I wanted to share it with you, so Happy Birthday three years late."

I looked up at him and laid my head on his chest.

"You know you are still pretty almost twenty years later," he whispered in my ear.

"And you're still Mike," I joked.

He gasped, fake offended.

"I love you," I smiled at him.

"I love you too."

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