The Rest Is History // h.s
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Underneath the dirt and rubble lies bodies belonging to worlds only told in stories. But above all the dirt and rubble lives millions of stories that no one gets to hear. But here, we will just tell one, a story about how two people met, and the rest is simply, history.
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