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The Forgotten
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In corso, pubblicata il feb 23, 2016
"Why are you attempting to save me!?"

"B-Because I love you!"

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"I'm not worth being with if I only cause problems."

"Do not say that!"

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She's a Willow. 
He's a Human. 

Do you think they can be together for eternity or do you think her time will come before that? 

Read to find out. 

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