Beads of water slithered down the window pane as I looked down into my glass of golden nectar. I simply called it the memory suppressor. It was a cliché, the rain only started when I got that text, 'it's over.' The two words that nobody ever wants to see or hear but after seven long years I had finally lived my nightmare. However, I at least had company as my older brother was going through
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