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As my eyes were fixed on your still body, a flood of memories flashed before me; I’m sitting on a chair just beside you and we are having the most random beautiful conversations possible. …. And then you ask me, “Are you happy?” To which I say “How could I not be when you’re with me?”. I call you my best friend and you correct me, saying, “No, we aren’t just best friends. You’re more like a daughter to me” Those words are etched into my mind.
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