spaceloves
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- Parts 4
The more that you say, the less I know.
Wherever you stray, I follow.
Begging for you to take my hand.
Wreck my plans.
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Every year for as long as I can remember, my family has been going to Susannah's beach house for the summer. Every summer, it's something I look forward to. Until this summer. This summer was different. This summer was cruel, yet beautiful.