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Places this old, they’ve all got those stories...
I’m going to start counting. And it’ll be your turn to run and hide. Then, I’ll find you.
People do, don’t they. Mix up love and possession.
Dead doesn’t mean gone.
We could fade at any time.
Further than I’ll miss you, but closer than goodbye.
We’re all on our own time, it seems. But you... you just kept on dreaming.
The invitation had been accepted.
