Part 1

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It was six in the morning. The dew was still on the long green grass. The windows were cracked just a little, so that the cold filled the old apartment.

It was early November. The best time of year for Seattle.

The sound of Nirvana blasting woke me up.  It smelled like hot coffee and camle blue cigarates. Those are my favorite. I take a moment to get out of bed. As I get the strangth to face the day. (Witch had been getting harder, every waking moment) But I don't want to move. Why would I? My room is so peacefull. Just to sleep the day away would be nice. But Aaron, I have to see him. I will never understabd what that boy sees in me.

I slowly walk down the curly stare cases. Aaron is singing at the top of his lungs. I run up behind him, and hug him. His imbrase feels like warm brownes out of the oven.

"Hello my beautiful daydream" He says, has he kisses my fourhead. I smile and lift my head up for a kiss. He's 6' foot. As on the other hand I am 5'3.

"Oh, doll face, did you want a kiss?"

I stand on my tipy toes. "In fact I did"

"That's a shame." He smerks at me the way he always dose. With his croked smile, and dark blue eyes. They looked the the ocean in a storm. I would not mind getting lost in this storm.

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