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Walking towards that gray wall, I tried to get myself a place away from the crowds. However, a glimpse, just a glimpse reminded me that was the place we used to be. The same platform, your unblinking stare at that TV screen, I knew what football meant to you. "Someone cannot stop watching TV", looking at you and making fun of you - that was what I often did. You turned around with a smile on your face, pulled me over and held me tight.
I know I cannot go back and I don't want to. I think I've moved on with my life just with these memories in me.
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