The Little Things

The Little Things

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Formerly "The Reminisces of Kevin Tran" Kevin could remember almost everything about her. From her lack of height, to the humor in her childish laugh. And when he would remember, he'd think about how much he missed her. She wasn't someone he would've kissed, but she still had a place in his heart. He just couldn't figure out where. She always made him smile in some way whether it was from her eccentric antics or her odd querks. He missed that. And in times like these... he really missed her. He really wished she was still here.
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