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Marcel:     Sitting in the middle of the gazebo my mom had built for me next to my grandparents makes me feel calm. There's something peaceful about this place despite the tragic story behind its creation. The bench Jay had helped me build is placed in the center after I told my dad I hadn't wanted the floor of the gazebo so I could grow a bed of orange tulips around the bench.      They're my favorite. They're just starting to grow again after they had died out during winter. The only place not covered in little green flower buds is the pathway to the bench. I haven't decided what to cover the dirt with. It's been four years and nothing seems to fit with the pretty orange colors of the tulips once they start to sprout.     My nerves build familiar anxiety in my muscles when I think abo

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