August 29th, 1982
It’s a cool morning, clear, fresh. The breeze tastes of autumn. The two men move with focused intent, stepping side by side in their mutual purpose, past the neatly trimmed lawns and ordered flowerbeds of Privet Drive. One of the two is clean and pressed, as neat and tidy as the lawns, if a bit…dusty, faded around the edges.
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I'm just going to live here for the rest of my life, here in this universe that you create everyday :)
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Just brilliant.
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Thank you. :D
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Your creations are wonderful and this is how it was meant to be really.
I'm very much in love with everything you write.
Don't ever stop! :)
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