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You grew up in Fremont, Indiana, a quiet town. It was always quiet. You remembered picking sunflowers with your cousin Dana during the warm summers. You remember Dadda and Mama, Nanna and Nonno, Aunt Jill And Uncle Casey at your ballgames in the spring. You remembered scoring the final home run, and Uncle Casey giving you and your sister, Mae Elise, each a pack of fruit-stripe gum. Summers were good.
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"Meet me by the sunflower field where the sun always shines. The one next to the warm river where we had our first picnic together. 4:44 pm, our favorite angel number. From your dear Christopher." Daisy. The sparkle in her eyes could light up an entire city. Her laugh sounds like rain on the evenings while you try to sleep. Her long hair fly in the wind like birds coming home after a cold winter. Just from looking at her you wouldn't know that she has a mental illness. A mental illness that haunts her, that makes her unable to sleep at night. She meets Christopher in the summer time, and the sun smiles down at them while they hang out. What happens when she sees the mysterious summer fling boy at school? Will she listen to him and run away? #tsc22

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