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I do," she said. "I don't want to forget what we had. Ever. In the past, we're perfectly preserved, best friends, in love forever. I like that." She looked at the ceiling. "Everything is moving so fast. Before long everyone we know will be scattered across the country, the world even. Our lives will look completely different to what they've always been so far." She put her hand on mine. "1 like having something that can't ever change. It's already happened.
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