Fault in our stars 2
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Last published Mon, Jul 14, 2014
For the first time since Gus died I've went to the support,all it did was bring back good memories but they then bring back bad ones.After the support group,which felt like hours,I went outside and for my mom to pick me up.However she wasn't there,5 minutes later and 10 minutes later she hadn't came so I went back inside and told someone what was happening and they let me
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