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Ali, I dreamt of you last night. We were in the local library, curled up in the blanket with your head in my lap as I was reading to you. I remember that gorgeous smile of yours as you kept stealing glances at me from time to me, whispering I love you softly. You would call me beautiful and then giggle as you would see redness tinting my cheeks. Your giggles and voice was like music to my ears.
But that music stopped when I woke up. And now it's all quiet without you here.
Why did I wake up?
I take a deep breath, closing my eyes, hoping I could picture him somehow, but I come up blank.
Sorry Oscar, I don't remember your beautiful face anymore.
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