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When We're Old

Drew walked beside me, clutching my hand tightly. It was obvious he was as nervous as I was, though I couldn’t exactly understand why either of us was nervous. It wasn’t as if William was there in the flesh to meet us, yet somehow it still felt that way.

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A Forever Kind Of Love

Luckily, Drew and I both fell asleep quickly once the plane took off. We were both dog-tired, and the pathetic napping we did at the...

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