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Petals fell along the thorns, so did her beads of white. Her eyes spoke before her mouth could open. I tried to find the source, but it would only make itself known if she could spell the words. I placed my ears on my open palms.
“I really thought you were dead. How could you do this to me? I wasn’t able to say my goodbyes,” those light punches on my chest struck the strings of my heart like a sledgehammer.
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