The wall is white. Blank.
It’s strange. We’ve lived here for more than a decade and that space had always been occupied by framed pictures of us: me in first grade, at prom, Cody when he was a baby. All of us as babies- maybe something to remind us that once we were all ridiculously tiny.
Now we’re a bit more grown up, and the wall is white and the
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I
STILL
CANNOT
ACCEPT
THAT
YOU
ARE
GOING
AWAY.
HOW
WILL
WE
EVER
ACCEPT
SOMETHING
SO
PAINFUL
AS
THAT.
I
LOVE
YOU
FOREVER.
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