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4:47 a.m. - 2007-06-08 I walk by our bench every night, you know the one in the median by the war memorial where we sat and laughed and kissed for the first time. It's hard to believe it's been a year since then. Sometimes I wonder if it really happened at all. I can't remember being that person with hope for the future and anything other than dread to offer someone. I won't contact you again. I had hoped we could remain friends, but I'm sure it's for the best. All my best to the "Rev" and good luck in whatever life brings you.
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