*unable to sleep, I get up and look out the window. The streets are mostly empty since it's Saturday. It's peaceful and quiet. Then thoughts begin to creep in - of him. Standing at this window is the last time I saw Nathan. Out on the street on his bike, he was so close, and yet so far. Remembering that Carys told me his birthday was on March 1st, I get my phone and send off a quick text.* ::txt::Happy Birthday Nathan. Hope your day is a good one. Jordana. ::snd txt::
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