Intro

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"It's ok," he said crying while holding your hand. "You can let go." These were the last words I heard. And then a miracle happened. Nobody knows how or what kept you alive but it did. How'd it happen? Let me tell you. It was like getting hit by a bus but different. So painful yet so beautiful. Love. But that's not where our story begins. Our story begins in the summer of 2013. It was a warm day. A beautiful day. The sky was a deep blue and the sun a pale silver and yellow. I lay on my lawn in the soft grass counting the blades of grass I could pick up. I notice a shadow cover me and the grass I had in my hand. I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder and look up to see a man with a ski mask "Nighty night," the man says as you start to feel drowsy. Now everything goes black and I feel my self being carried away.

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