That summer was very long, and in mid-July a young man met the princess who belonged only to him.
"Alan, let's get married when you are twenty-two years old."
The bench in front of the ice cream parlor was where their love affair began.
Roses bloom in April, and a boy's heartbeat begins in midsummer.
They say childhood sweethearts are no match for the fall from heaven...
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