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| Ahh... the bittersweet close to a summertime romance, eh? Remember those moonlit walks on the beach... the funnel cake, the mini golf...? | |
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| Don't forget that time we screwed underneath the boardwalk with those cops standing right overhead. | |
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| How could I? You've given me so much, Lizzy. I'm so sad to see it end. But we'll have ourselves a joyous reunion in just nine short months, right? | |
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| I don't know, Jon. A lot can happen in that time. You might not want me anymore. | |
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| Don't say such things, Lizzy dear! What callous trick of fate could possibly drain my deep wells of love for you? | |
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| Oh, Jonny, you'll understand when you're older... about a week to ten days older, I'd guess. | |
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