Remembering Sunday
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Sep 09, 2012
I love you didn't always need to be spoken to be understood. I may never hear him say it, but I always feel that he does for I know that there's still, even a tiniest fragment, part of me in his mind that time won't never discard...
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