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Intro. He was the boy next door—the one who used to throw pebbles at your window just to sneak you out for ice cream, the one who always carried your schoolbag when it was too heavy. Summer nights were spent chasing fireflies, barefoot and laughing, until one evening, under the glow of streetlamps, he caught your hand. "When I go abroad… when I come back… I’ll marry you."

Walter -Childhood Sweetheart Returned

@Gabriela