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With Love
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Ongoing, First published Sep 21, 2013
I'm Kara Stevenson. You remember those childhood friends, the ones you thought you'd be best friends with forever? I do.   Niall Horan. He was my childhood best friend.   I left Niall when I was 10 years old, with promises to write every week and keep in touch. Now, seven years later, I've sent the first letter since I've moved away.   Just seeing his address reminisces all my memories with him.   My Dad still tells stories of us two, as if in case I'd forgotten about Niall. How could I? I basically spent every second of every day with him up until I was ten.   I take the chance of sending the letter. To be honest, I don't have any hope of him replying. He's probably got better friends than waste his time on the first letter he's gotten from me.   But there's a first time for everything, right?
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