Those Were the Days
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I can still remember everything about that summer. The way your hair sat on your face, how happy you got when we were together, and how much you loved me. When ever I think about it nobody had a love like ours. We were so different, and yet exactly the same. I will never forget the way I was when I was with you. But before I get to ahead of myself you should know the beginning of the story. (Katie has a long story to tell you about her one love that she will always remember). louis fan fiction
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