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COLIN
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August, Summer of 2017
‘So, how is it?’
A message from Tina later that night got me occupied for a while as I settled myself on the old bumpy bed in my old bedroom five years ago. I can’t believe my stuff is still here, it even looked like I never really left. My drawers, the closet at the bottom of my bed, my study table by the window, they were all still the same as five years ago.
‘Weirdly nostalgic.’ I replied.
After a few seconds, Tina typed another message.
‘Met any old flames yet?’
Like, who? I snorted to myself finding the question funny, but before I even came up with a quirky response to her message, a picture suddenly popped into my mind. Like David.
I quickly sat up from where I was ly
