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Yeah, I was seven then, not nine. And everyone called me Angel, except Andrea. She actually listened, called me ANGIE. She and Jordan weren't together yet. But I helped as only I could. 'Cause that's what sisters are for, you know? ~~ This is my first story (yeah, you know the drill). I entered it in a writing contest, and it won, so maybe it'll do okay in the real world. Or at least on the Internet.
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I can remember the fear of the tree falling in front of my car, after it was struck by lightning. I can remember how it felt, cold rain on a summer afternoon pounded on my skin as I stepped out of my car. I was headed home to my parents house after graduating college. I remember the security I felt when he showed up, and told me everything would be okay, and to stay in my car. I remember the rain stopping and him getting to work removing the tree. I remember when his gray eyes looked into my green ones, as he woke me up to tell me it was clear. I remember my heart never beat the same after him.

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