42 Days, 15 Hours, 7 Minutes
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42 days, 15 hours, 7 minutes until I have to go back. For a whole year I've been living a dream. I am an exchange student living in Canada and this is a dream I'm already willing to let go. Now more than ever I want to go back to my loved ones and to move on with life...
But there's a problem with that statement. Now more than ever I want to stay. 42 days, 15 hours and 7 minutes before leaving I met him. The clock is ticking, time is running and my heart is beating.
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