Goodbye old friend
Open the history...'' https://www.highrevenuenetwork.com/xfdbxjnd?key=7aad7a655f8b8bf4fe7f7b5c81b4e171 The worn leather of the armchair sighed beneath me, the sound echoing the hollowness in my chest. Rain lashed against the window, a melancholic soundtrack to the goodbye forming in my mind. It wasn't a sudden goodbye, not a jarring screech of brakes or a cruel twist of fate. It was a slow, inevitable fade, like the last embers of a fire struggling against the encroaching dawn. Remember that summer, the one where we were fifteen and invincible? The air buzzed with cicadas and the sweet scent of honeysuckle. We'd built a fort in the sprawling oak tree in your backyard, a world of our own creation. We devoured dog-eared paperbacks and whispered secrets beneath the star-dusted night sky. Our dreams intertwined like the branches overhead, reaching for an unknown future, a future we were determined to conquer together. Life, it seems, had other plans. College took you acros...
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