Man of the hour
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...his eyes seemed as real as the cold in my bones and as alive as the fire around the glorious morning sun. Warm and deep,and yet galaxies and light years away.If he was a dream,I could sleep eternally...and it still wouldn't be enough.
He said his name was Chris.
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