Prologue

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When I reflect upon the summer we had, I smile. Those sweet memories are filled with love, sun and us. It's all we have left now. He was my home and now without him I feel foreign in my own life. A single tear escapes my eye. We were good for each other and we taught each other a lot. We will always have this summer and I will never forget him. My Hero.

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