As time goes by throwing dirt on the memories, some are so buried, that seems never happened.
Perhaps it was a dream and a few years away from the Atlantic Ocean where he was now seized by fear of loneliness and sadness, I swore that if he left, he could not overcome. But not that desperate to halt their march release. Then he learned that sometimes, just sometimes, it is better not to tell the truth. Although that was so real ultimatum at the time, prove, later, a big lie.
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