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| The ticking seconds pulled me toward the endIt was cold when he no longer held meIt got colder every step I took away from him Just my imagination, of courseIt was still summer hereIt would always be summer here for me ?What happens here when it rains, Jared?? I whispered?Where do people sleep?? It took him a moment to answer, and I could hear tears in his voice ?We all move into the game roomEveryone sleeps in there togetherI wondered what the atmosphere would be likeAwkward, with d | ||
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