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She lay on the bed, crying her heart out.

Three years.

Five months.

Two weeks.

Three days.

Since he'd left for the military.

The doorbell rang. She harshly wiped her tears and opened the door with a sigh, "Ye-" Her face was muffled by a warm embrace.

He said, "Don't cry. I'd never leave you."

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