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  • Love, War, and the Fourth of July
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    In the end, none of it mattered. All the fights, all the tears shed. They were nothing. In the end there was just him. There was just me. There was just this moment. And in that single moment with the Earth falling down around me like the walls of Jericho, he was all that I could see. He was all I had ever wanted, he...