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I told her I missed her. She wrote back that she loved me still. I told her summer was coming. She wrote back that she knew. She wrote back that it was hard being alone, but that in her dreams we were still together. We still made love in(more)
You graduate from college on a balmy June Sunday. There is a large tent providing shade from the unrelenting sun. Your president speaks at commencement commending your achievements, but not your achievements, really the achievements of your class. Your parents sit five rows back, twelve chairs to the left(more)