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Treasured Memories
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Complete, First published Aug 02, 2019
Whenever I think about those days I was just a little kiddo and my kindergarten, school friends, and days I when I loved lollipops... memories come and fall down my cheeks.

"Childhood is like being drunk. Everyone remembers what you did except you."
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This is just what the childhood of mine had been....
I wish I could turn back time to live those days again...

So I hope you'll like this story 😉

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