Story: Sylvia had walked in and hugged you, but tried not to make you uncomfortable or hurt the wounds you now owned. She pulled away. Sylvia: I know you don't remember me, my love.. You nodded: "You're right. I don't remember you.." Sylvia: But I still love you. She teared up and grabbed the photo you took two years ago of her and put it on your lap.
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