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How is it thatHow is it that i've come to think about you. It's been two long years, but the thoughts come to me as if they happen yesterday. Why is it now, as i try to sleep that i think about you. I remember times in history class, in the hallway and times when your name came up in conversations. I remember you in times that others most likely would have forgotten already.How is it that
How is it that i can recall those times like they just happen, thou i don't always remember what happen a week ago with such clarity. What is it that makes me remember.
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GRATT: Chapter 12Chapter 12GRATT: Chapter 12
Alexander woke up late on Monday. When he checked his messages on his cell phone’s voice mail, he heard one from Hamlet that said that he was going to be meeting with Jefferson town official’s on getting the paperwork to start retrofitting McGill’s old race shop, there was also one from Samantha asking if it was true that he was going to be leaving Wilson Racing at the end of the year. There were a few others from reporters and producers wanting to set up interviews. There were however no messages from Ashley.
After he set his phone back on the night stand, he grabbed his MP3 player and deci
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Untitled 3Your like the sun when it sets and raises. Your like a flame that burns so brightly. Your the flame that everyone uses to get around. The one to my heart. Your light leads many great men. Night turns to day and your there, You face is in the flame as it burns brightly. Day turns into night and your gone. The sun sets and raises, Flames go on and off. But they are not as great as you.Untitled 3
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