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ere kind, always there with a plat

constant plea, "Olivia

life, his memory was all

the scent of him long gone, replaced by the fai

anniversary,

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from the door,

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g, her voice calm, "Olivia, hone

down my face,

know Captain Miller? The one

dear. Captain J

asting like ash and newfound, bitter free

alty, my unwavering d

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rah, and her unborn child. He chose

hem over m

us mourn a ghost, while he lived a n

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