𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

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Maybe it was the way your hair curled behind your ear. Maybe it was the fire in your eyes that appeared every time your stubbornness took over. Maybe it was your adorable pout if you couldn't reach something on the top shelf. I did not know the reason. I watched you perform your solo, pride swelling in my chest. You had worked hard, and your dancing was perfect. I watched in awe and smiled softly as I remembered how far we'd come. I wonder, do you think of our memories as much as I do?


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