The Boy I Met Every Summer
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- Parts 8
Ongoing35m
Last published Tue, Jul 15, 2025
I met up with a boy who was always gone by autumn. He told me he lived in a house on top of a small hill. We met every summer until we didn't.
Now all he's left me is the red bag I made him and questions on why he'd gone missing.
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