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Worse than that, I kept all the letters! They are a thousand miles away, but I close my lids to a photographic memory, that remembers you too. Summer days spent at the beach, early morning zingers nestled into a car seat, it wasn't comfortable always, but it belonged to us. We are stuck, but it doesn't have to be the end of the world, we can start with January 2nd , 1991...and with a few random twists that we missed, we can keep the things we missed, and edit out the things we don't. Fortunate thing this. (I should've seen the Sirah coming, instead I raised my glass and sipped, I should have seen it coming...too blinded then I guess.)