Short story, new year, sad article.
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I would rather this was just a dream, even if we are not together in the end, it would be better than him not being here anymore
"The pain of losing a loved one, no one knows"
"Read the stars and write about the old Joe"
It was obviously summer, and the wind blowing should be cool, but why, this wind blew on him, but it chilled him to the core.
Intention: pure love