Prologue

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The wind blows vigorously as the rustling in the trees confirm.

It is freezing outside. The rain beat a gentle tattoo on the roof.

I lay alone, yet again, on my oak wooden framed bed; my head rested softly on my white cotton pillow.

Thunderstorms roar softly in the far distance as I remain dozing off, imagining my first love.

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