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Flipping through the yellowed, fragile pages of the old diary, my fingers trembled. How many years had he stayed there, kept at the bottom of that trunk? The little devil had hidden things from me even after all. The candle was still full on my side and my joints wanted a fire to keep warm, but no amount of complaints from my old body would get me out of there. I felt my heart tighten as I opened it and made the decision to go back in time. A time when I thought I was so miserable, but I couldn't be happier. I still had it.
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